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I’ve a kiss from a warmer lover Than maiden of earth can be: She blew it up to the skies above her, And now it has come to me: From the far-away it has come to-day With a breath of the old salt sea.

She lay and laughed on a lazy billow, Far away on the deep, Who had gathered the froth for my lady’s pillow— Gathered a sparkling heap; And the ocean’s cry was the lullaby That cradled my love to sleep.

Far away on the blue Pacific There doth my lady roam, That is oft-times gay, but as oft terrific: Her jewels are beads of foam: In a coral cave, where a blue-green wave Keeps guard, is my lady’s home.