The Sea
The sea calls softly, With waves that kiss the shore, A rhythm, a promise, In its endless roar; Where horizons unite, Underneath the vast sky, The salt of the air, A place where spirits fly.
- Amy Lowell
The Sea
The sea calls softly, With waves that kiss the shore, A rhythm, a promise, In its endless roar; Where horizons unite, Underneath the vast sky, The salt of the air, A place where spirits fly.