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I AM a pool in a peaceful place, / I greet the great sky face to face, / I know the stars and the stately moon / And the wind that runs with rippling shoon -- / But why does it always bring to me / The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, / But the wind comes whispering in between, / In the dead of night when the sky is deep / The wind comes waking me out of sleep -- / Why does it always bring to me / The far-off, terrible call of the sea?