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The Sea is a good friend of mine; For when I come along, She makes her ripples dance for glee And sings a splendid song. Down close beside her I can watch The silver sails unfurl, And every rolling, tumbling wave Upon the shore uncurl;— They make wide mirrors for the sky And zig-zag ropes of sand, To mark the farthest edges where The water touches land. At night the Moon a pathway makes Across the spreading Sea; It must be for the Sea's mermaids And small mermen, and me. It leads straight from its skyward end To ripples at my feet, And sometime I perchance may trip Along the golden street; I'd like to visit with the Moon And walk the Milky Way And linger with the little stars— If the golden path would stay! |