My Heart Sees Not Or Hears

I hear the song of the ocean, It wafts beyond the dune; It floats along across the sands And ebbs and flows in tune. I feel its rhythm of motion In the breeze blowing in; And the dancing seagrass floweth To its gay lyric spin. I hear the song of the ocean, Sweet notes upon these ears; It beckons with soft white hands, But my heart sees not or hears. It is lost unto the notion of love that might have been; It beats its rhythm and knoweth No greater song hath men.