Lady of the Sea
Reading edition
Night, and vessels softly lifting From the surges of the sea, Arms to breezes ever shifting As they whisper low to me. Silhouetted masts are weaving Circles wavering to lean Nearer waves in slumber heaving Far below a cold moon’s sheen.... Clothed in glory, still and splendid, Starlight shimmers in her hair, And my lady’s form is blended With the shadows, waiting there. As in silence we are taken In the evening’s soft embrace, Would I never could awaken From the wonder in her face.
R. P. CRENSHAW, JR.