My Heart Sees Not Or Hears
I hear the song of the ocean,
It wafts beyond the dune;
It floats along across the sands
And ebbs and flows in tune.
I feel its rhythm of motion
In the breeze blowing in;
And the dancing seagrass floweth
To its gay lyric spin.
I hear the song of the ocean,
Sweet notes upon these ears;
It beckons with soft white hands,
But my heart sees not or hears.
It is lost unto the notion
of love that might have been;
It beats its rhythm and knoweth
No greater song hath men.
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