<h2><SPAN name="page13"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>SWIMMING SONG</h2>
<p class="poetry"> I am coming, coming to
thee,<br/>
My strong-armed lover, the Sea!<br/>
On thy great broad breast I will lie and rest,<br/>
And thou shalt talk to me.</p>
<p class="poetry"> I have come to thee, all
unsought,<br/>
I have stolen an hour from thought,<br/>
And peace and power thou canst give in that hour,<br/>
Which thy rival Earth gives not.</p>
<p class="poetry"> Alone here, under the sky,<br/>
And the whole world drifting by!<br/>
Thy breast of brine thrills close to mine,<br/>
While the cloudless sun sails high.</p>
<p class="poetry"> I fly, but thou givest
chase—<br/>
Thy kisses are on my face!<br/>
Be bold and free as thou wilt, O Sea,<br/>
There is life in thy close embrace.</p>
<p class="poetry"> <SPAN name="page14"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>Throat and cheek and tress<br/>
Are damp where thy salt lips press!<br/>
There is strength and bliss in thy daring kiss,<br/>
And joy in thy bold caress.</p>
<p class="poetry"> And what is the Earth to
me!<br/>
I have left it all, O Sea!<br/>
With its dust and soil and strife and toil,<br/>
For one glad hour with thee.</p>
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