Poems (Cromwell)/The Voice
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THE VOICE
I hear His voice and the sea's voice:
Two melodies.
Two melodies.
His voice that melted long ago
In spaces gold,
Unanswered and unechoed,—and
The soft sea-fold.
In spaces gold,
Unanswered and unechoed,—and
The soft sea-fold.
Why did He always walk beside
The singing sea,
Where speech unheeded fades like foam
In mystery?
The singing sea,
Where speech unheeded fades like foam
In mystery?
Is love in truth a spoken word,
A cadence clear,
A voice that lapses in loud space
For none to hear?
A cadence clear,
A voice that lapses in loud space
For none to hear?
Then why His voice and the sea's voice:
Two melodies?
Two melodies?