美国东南海岸之晨 Cheasing The Dawn

 
Whisper in the Dark-- 雅尼Yanni

The morning of shifting sands, from Lowcountry, The Marshes of Glynn to SoBe.

Hymns of the Marshes
----Sidney Lanier

In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain

  Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.

The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;

Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,

Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties, drifting,

  Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting,

        Came to the gates of sleep.
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