by Mae Cowdery
How like the restless beating
Of our hearts
Is the surge of the sea;
How like the tumult
Of our souls
Is the lashing of the storm;
How like the yearning
In our song
Is the wind,
How like a prayer
Is night.
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This poem is in the public domain. It was originally published in 1928 in Black Opals, a Philadelphia literary magazine.