Echoes of Life
If I myself sometimes to see
little echoes of life in the heart of me,
which stir sweet memories of love
falling, spinning from above.
I fain the world would travel far
beyond azure seas upon ship and spar
and find Thee on a mountain top
then to think I finally might stop
all my striving borne of conniving heart
from looking long from Thee to part.
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