Ah me! I shall not waken soon

From dreams of such divinity!

A spirit singing 'neath the moon

To me.

Wild sea-spray driven of the storm

Is not so wildly white as she,

Who beckoned with a foam-white arm

To me.

With eyes dark green, and golden-green

Long 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;

Till more than Heaven seemed in her

To me:—

Sleep, sweeter than love's face or home,

And death's immutability,

And music of the plangent foam,

Ah me!

Sweep over her with all thy ships,

With all thy stormy tides, O sea!

The memory of immortal lips,

And me!