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 IV.

The True Heart.

UNDER THE SURFACE.

I. On the surface, foam and roar,
 * Restless heave and passionate dash,

Shingle rattle along the shore,
 * Gathering boom and thundering crash.

Under the surface, soft green light,
 * A hush of peace and an endless calm,

Winds and waves, from a choral height,
 * Falling sweet as a far-off psalm.

On the surface, swell and swirl,
 * Tossing weed and drifting waif,

Broken spars that the mad waves whirl,
 * Where wreck-watching rocks they chafe.

Under the surface, loveliest forms,
 * Feathery fronds with crimson curl,

Treasures too deep for the raid of storms,
 * Delicate coral and hidden pearl.

II. On the surface, lilies white,
 * A painted skiff with a singing crew,

Sky reflections soft and bright,
 * Tremulous crimson, gold, and, blue.