I am a pool in a peaceful place, 
I greet the great sky face to face, 
I know the stars and the stately moon 
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-- 
But why does it always bring to me 
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?

The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green, 
But the wind comes whispering in between, 
In the dead of night when the sky is deep 
The wind comes waking me out of sleep-- 
Why does it always bring to me 
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?