Poems (Cromwell)/The Voice
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THE VOICE
I hear His voice and the sea's voice: Two melodies.
His voice that melted long ago 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?
Is love in truth a spoken word, 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?