Last night, within my dreaming,
There somehow came to me
The faint and fairy music
Of the far-off, singing sea.

This morning, 'neath the pine tree,
I heard that song once more;
And I seemed to see the billows,
As they broke against the shore.

O wandering summer breezes!
The pine harps touch again
For the child who loves the ocean,
And longs for it in vain.