Whisper in the Dark-- 雅尼Yanni
The morning of shifting sands, from Lowcountry, The Marshes of Glynn to SoBe.
Hymns of the Marshes
----Sidney Lanier
In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep; Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep, Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties, drifting, Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting, Came to the gates of sleep.
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