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Songs
of the Sea Children
by
Bliss Carman
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In
the door of the house of life,
Beside the fabled sea,
I am a harpstring in the wind,
Æolian for thee.
It
was a cunning idler
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Who
strung the even cords
Across the drift of harmonies
Impossible to words.
It was the old Musician,
With nothing else to do,
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One
April when he felt the stir
Revive him and renew,
Made me thy naught but lover,
A frayed imperfect strand
Reverberant to every note,
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Alive
beneath thy hand!
But
smile, and I am laughter;
Look sorrow, and I mourn—
A spirit from the cave of fears,
Fantastic and forlorn.
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Sing low—the world is waiting
Such radiance as thine
To welcome her returning ships
Above the dark sea-line.
Rejoice—I know the cadence,
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Thou
innocent and glad,
To make of every hillside flower
A dancing Oread.
A
thing of sense and spirit,
And moods and melody,
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I am
a harpstring in the wind,
Æolian for thee.
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