Duet by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear
in the pine overhead?
No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows
the cliffs of the land.
Is there a voice coming up with the
voice of the deep from the strand,
Once coming up with a Song in the
flush of the glimmering red?
Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
Love that can shape or can shatter a
life till the life shall have fled?
Nay, let us welcome him, Love that
can lift up a life from the dead.
Keep him away from the lone little isle.
Let us be, let us be.
Nay, let him make it his own, let him
reign in it - he, it is he,
Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.

by Lord Alfred Tennyson

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