1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear <br /> in the pine overhead? <br />2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows <br /> the cliffs of the land. <br />1. Is there a voice coming up with the <br /> voice of the deep from the strand, <br /> Once coming up with a Song in the <br /> flush of the glimmering red? <br />2. Love that is born of the deep coming <br /> up with the sun from the sea. <br />1. Love that can shape or can shatter a <br /> life till the life shall have fled? <br />2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that <br /> can lift up a life from the dead. <br />1. Keep him away from the lone little isle. <br /> Let us be, let us be. <br />2. Nay, let him make it his own, let him <br /> reign in it - he, it is he, <br /> Love that is born of the deep coming <br /> up with the sun from the sea.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duet-2/
