As from Afar
To see thee, hear thee, wistful watch I keep—
Mother, who in immensity dost dwell—
A child who listens for the boundless deep,
Her ear against a shell:
And vainly though I seek thy face to scan,
Lost in the vasty temple where thou art,
Faint breathings of thy voice æolian
Vibrate against my heart.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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