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!