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All day, all day in a calm like death / The harp hung waiting the sea wind's breath.
When the western sky flushed red with shame / At the sun's bold kiss, the sea wind came.
Said the harp to the breeze, Oh, breathe as soft / As the ring-dove cooes from its nest aloft.
I am full of a song that mothers croon / When their wee ones tire of their play at noon.
Though a harp may feel 'tis a silent thing / Till the breeze arises and bids it sing.
Said the wind to the harp, Nay, sing for me / The wail of the dead that are lost at sea.
I caught their cry as I came along, / And I hurried to find you and teach you the song.
Oh, the heart is the harp, and love is the breeze, / And the song is ever what love may please.