My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, —
Say, sea,
Take me!
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, —
Say, sea,
Take me!