And feet can tread where feet have trod. Hath worn the features of the God. MY DREAMS ARE OF THE SEA. My dreams are of the Sea. All night the living waters stepped Stately and steadily. All night the wind Conducted them. With forehead high, a rock, Glittering with joy, stood to receive the shock Of the flood-tide. I saw it in the mind Of sleep and silence. When I woke, I wept. My dreams are of the Sea. My dreams are of the Sea. But oh, it is the Sea of Glass! I met that other tide as I desired. Alone, the rock and I leaned to the wave,— A foolish suicide, that scooped its grave Within the piteous sand. Now I am tired. It died and it was buried. Let me pass. My dreams are of the Sea. SONG. The firelight listens on the floor To hear the wild winds blow. Within, the bursting roses burn, Without, there slides the snow. To hear the wild winds blow. Without, there slides the snow. Across the flower I see the flake Pass mirrored, mystic, slow. Oh, blooms and storms must blush and freeze, While seasons come and go! Pass mirrored, mystic, slow. While seasons come and go!
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