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The Sea Whisper.
A psalm was sung by every wave,
Then printed by its foam;
Still I listened to the wind that brought
      The whisper of the sea,
      And what it said to me.

The salt spray wet my weary cheek,
And kist its fading bloom,
I thought of childhood, youth, and age,
Of love, full love beyond the tomb;
Then knew I that the wind had brought
      The whisper of the sea,
      And all it had to say to me.

Venice, 1836.