Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/110

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NATURE

TO see thee, hear thee, wistful watch I keep—
Mother, who in Immensity dost dwell—
A child who listens for the boundless deep,
Her ear against a shell:


And vainly though I seek thy face to scan,
Lost in the vasty temple where thou art,
Faint breathings of thy voice æolian
Vibrate against my heart.

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