| I have vainly sought love and lost, yet | | | | sea waves—I will sing, sing, in the |
| wait—alone | | | | grave, to the sea’s harsh heartbeat, |
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| I must fall fathoms-deep, before I find it, | | | | And as our voices meet, farewell, farewell |
| this I knowAnd to my sweet, but broken heart | | | | to humanity;The sea morns with grief, brings |
| a silver voice replies | | | | to me its mystery— |
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| ‘Like a butterfly: death will take | | | | I hear it calling, calling, with untroubled, |
| you, and make you alive’There will be | | | | misty eyes:I hear it calling, calling me: |
| no repentant eyes, nor broken wings, | | | | “Come, I will set you free!” |
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| Only a moment of faith, from hours of heart | | | | Fathoms deep my echoes reach: ‘I |
| felt tears.Oh tangled winds, with silver | | | | follow at thy will!…’Notes: |
| wings, do bring, do bring | | | | #1387[7/12/06] Died November 7, 1907; born: |
| | | | 1881 in New York State; attended UCLA; |
| This fallen bird, eyed with light, eternal | | | | associated editor on the |
| love and night!Do bring, do bring, silver | | | | ‘Argonaut’; Poet, Journalist, |
| shadows, to this lifeless thing, | | | | killed herself at George Sterling’s |
| | | | (Poet of San Francisco) home at Carmel by he |
| Then I will sing, sing, in the far off hung | | | | sea, by way of cyanide, November 13, 1907. |