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Echoes we: listen! We cannot stay: As dew-stars glisten Then fade away— Child of Ocean!

Hark! Spirits speak. The liquid responses Of their aerial tongues yet sound.

I hear.

Oh, follow, follow, As our voice recedeth Thro' the caverns hollow, Where the forest spreadeth; Oh, follow, follow! Thro' the caverns hollow, As the song floats thou pursue, Where the wild bee never flew, Thro' the noontide darkness deep, By the odour-breathing sleep Of faint night-flowers, and the waves At the fountain-lighted caves,