SEA SONG
Tiptoe beside her.
They follow, follow
To the rocky caves
In the white beach hollow . . .
She hugs her hands,
She sobs, she shrills,
And the echoes shriek
In the rocky hills.
She moans: "It is lost!
Let it be! Let it be!
I am old. I'm too cold.
I am frightened . . . the sea
Is too loud . . . it is lost,
It is gone . . ." Memory
Wails in my far away home. 1913.
They follow, follow
To the rocky caves
In the white beach hollow . . .
She hugs her hands,
She sobs, she shrills,
And the echoes shriek
In the rocky hills.
She moans: "It is lost!
Let it be! Let it be!
I am old. I'm too cold.
I am frightened . . . the sea
Is too loud . . . it is lost,
It is gone . . ." Memory
Wails in my far away home. 1913.
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