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I am coming, coming to thee, / My strong-armed lover, the Sea! / On thy great broad breast I will lie and rest, / And thou shalt talk to me.
I have come to thee, all unsought, / I have stolen an hour from thought, / And peace and power thou canst give in that hour, / Which thy rival Earth gives not.
Alone here, under the sky, / And the whole world drifting by! / Thy breast of brine thrills close to mine, / While the cloudless sun sails high.
I fly, but thou givest chase- / Thy kisses are on my face! / Be bold and free as thou wilt, O Sea, / There is life in thy close embrace.
Throat and cheek and tress / Are damp where thy salt lips press! / There is strength and bliss in thy daring kiss, / And joy in thy bold caress.
And what is the Earth to me! / I have left it all, O Sea! / With its dust and soil and strife and toil, / For one glad hour with thee.