A little lonely child am I
		  That have not any soul;
		God made me as the homeless wave,
		  That has no goal.
		
		A seal my father was, a seal
		  That once was man;
		My mother loved him tho' he was
		  'Neath mortal ban.
		
		He took a wave and drowned her,
		  She took a wave and lifted him;
		And I was born where shadows are
		  In sea-depths dim.
		
		All through the sunny blue-sweet hours
		  I swim and glide in waters green;
		Never by day the mournful shoures
		  By me are seen.
		
		But when the gloom is on the wave
		  A shell unto the shore I bring;
		And then upon the rocks I sit
		  And plaintive sing.
		
		I have no playmate but the tide
		  The seaweed loves with dark brown eyes;
		The night-waves have the stars for play,
		  For me but sighs.

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