THE SEA SPIRIT

Ah me! I shall not waken soon From dreams of such divinity! A spirit singing in the moon To me. White sea-spray driven of the storm Were not so wildly white as she! She beckoned with a foam-white arm To me. With eyes dark green, and golden-green Loose locks that sparkled drippingly, Out of the green wave she did lean To me. And sang; till Earth and Heaven were A far, forgotten memory; For more than Heaven seemed hid in her To me:— Sleep, sweeter than love's face or home; Love, more than immortality; And music of the dreamy foam For me. Pass over her with all thy ships With all thy stormy tides, O sea! The memory of immortal lips For me!