...and dying in folly and pain, While the laws of the universe thunder in vain. What is the folly of man to me ? I am the Sea. I am the Sea. The earth I sway...sinks in caves; The iron cliffs that edge the land 11 I grind to pebbles and sift to sand, And beach-grass bloweth and children play In what were the...

...with sleepless eyes, Watching the continents sink and rise. Out of my bosom the mountains grow, Back to its depths they crumble slow ; The earth is a helpless child to me. I am the Sea I I am the Sea. When I draw back Blossom and verdure follow my track, And the land I leave grows proud...

...and laughs the rose. Flower and forest and child of breath With me have life — without me, death. The earth is a helpless child to me. I am the Sea ! — CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON. CHAPTER XIX THE FIGURE OF THE SEA THE sea is an irregular, incomplete,...

...1s i - -si 1 sis! 1 &'° hi PM i CO ^3 q j»» § SI 1 ^ «f **" ' '^ w '5 1 <5 H w _ e §S j , u Pi The earth is a helpless child to me — I am the Sea! I am the Sea. When I draw back Blossom and verdure follow my track. And the land I leave grows proud and fair, For...

...with sleepless eyes, Watching the continents sink and rise. Out of my bosom the mountains grow, Back to its depths they crumble slow : The earth is a helpless child to me — I am the Sea! I am the Sea. When I draw back Blossom and verdure follow my track, And the land I leave grows proud and fair, For...

...with sleepless eyes, Watching the continents sink and rise. Out of my bosom the mountains grow, Back to its depths they crumble slow ; The earth is a helpless child to me. I am the Sea ! I am the Sea ! When I draw back Blossom and verdure follow my track, And the land I leave grows proud and fair,...

...and laughs the rose. Flower and forest and child of breath With me have life — without me death. The earth is a helpless child to me. I am the sea! depth. As the heat recedes towards the center of the earth by cooling, the waters follow. In the very...

...and rise. Out of my bosom the mountains grow. Back to its depths they crumble slow: The earth is m helpless child to me — I am the Sea! I am the Sea. When I draw back Blossom and verdure follow my track. And the land I leave grows proud and fair, For...