VOICES of strange sea breezes caught,
Half tangled in the pine-tree tall,
With ocean’s tenderest music fraught,
Serenely rise, and sweetly fall.
They charm the lids of wearied eyes,
And all the dreamy senses bless
With breath of wave-born symphonies,
And balms of mild forgetfulness,
‘Till o’er the fragrant calms of peace,
My soul, scarce moved, benignly glides,
Or in all sorrows’ soft surcease,
Rocks tranc
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
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