Paul Laurence Dunbar

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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