Chapter 31
Song by Eveline Stein. Read for LibriVox.org by Deb Kay. O fresh from off the ocean, the salt wind riots through, the fragrant furs and bay leaves, and dripping honey-dew! The mornings on the moorland, and flashing far away, I glimpse the foam-white seagulls
and feathers of the spray. O hasten, let us hasten, the tide sings up the sand, the song my heart has hearkened across long leagues of land. So far, far have I journeyed, such weary ways, O sea! Breathe, breathe me breath of life now, and steep the soul of me.
