Duet

1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear

; ; ;in the pine overhead?

2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows

; ; ;the cliffs of the land.

1. 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?

2. Love that is born of the deep coming

; ; ;up with the sun from the sea.

1. Love that can shape or can shatter a

; ; ;life till the life shall have fled?

2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that

; ; ;can lift up a life from the dead.

1. Keep him away from the lone little isle.

; ; ;Let us be, let us be.

2. 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.

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