The Mystic Sea (by Paul Laurence Dunbar)


Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906
(Dayton, Ohio)

The Mystic Sea

The smell of the sea in my nostrils,
    The sound of the sea in mine ears;
The touch of the spray on my burning face,
    Like the mist of reluctant tears.

The blue of the sky above me,
    The green of the waves beneath;
The sun flashing down on a gray-white sail
    Like a scimitar from its sheath.

And ever the breaking billows,
    And ever the rocks' disdain;
And ever a thrill in mine inmost heart
    That my reason cannot explain.

So I say to my heart, "Be silent,
    The mystery of time is here;
Death's way will be plain when we fathom the main,
    And the secret of life be clear."



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