1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear

in the pine overhead?

2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows

the cliffs of the land.

1. Is there a voice coming up with the

voice of the deep from the strand,

Once coming up with a Song in the

flush of the glimmering red?

2. Love that is born of the deep coming

up with the sun from the sea.

1. Love that can shape or can shatter a

life till the life shall have fled?

2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that

can lift up a life from the dead.

1. Keep him away from the lone little isle.

Let us be, let us be.

2. Nay, let him make it his own, let him

reign in it; he, it is he,

Love that is born of the deep coming

up with the sun from the sea.


 

 

 

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Lord Alfred Tennyson

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