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I never climb a high hill / Or gaze across the lea, / But, Oh, beyond the two of them, / Beyond the height and blue of them, / I'm looking for the sea.
A blue sea -- a crooning sea -- / A grey sea lashed with foam -- / But, Oh, to take the drift of it, / To know the surge and lift of it, / And 'tis I am longing for it as the homeless long for home.
I never dream at night-time / Or close my eyes by day, / But there I have the might of it, / The wind-whipped, sun-drenched sight of it, / That calls my soul away.
Oh, deep dreams and happy dreams, / Its dreaming still I'd be, / For still the land I'm waking in, / 'Tis that my heart is breaking in, / And 'tis far where I'd be sleeping with the blue waves over me.