A Sea Change
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Heavy with unshed tears—weary with pain, At last life brought me to the sea again, Where beauty spoke above my grief’s demands. I heard the singing surf—watched sea-birds fly; I saw a pine-tree etched against the sky, And crushed the bay-leaves in my tired hands. Loveliness filled my spirit like a cup: A sense of healing and of peace welled up Which but the sea to the sea-lover brings. I did not hope; I did not even pray; But as upon that sun-warmed rock I lay Joy stirred within me with a lift of wings.
Dorothy Peace