Whisper in the Dark-- 雅尼YanniThe 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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