Song #9. Poem by Robert Crawford
Song #9.
In the hour when Day reposes
Like a vision on the sea,
When thought his tired pinion closes,
One with hope and memory, —
On the sand by the sea-roses
My heart breathes of thee.
I can gather then from sorrow
And from joy what dreams may be
Sweet as those which Love would borrow
For the tender melody,
Which like the light of to-morrow
My heart breathes of thee.
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