 | Sea Songs |  |
39
THE APPARITION.
I was leaning on the bulwarks;
The line we'd crossed at last,
And, sparkling little wavelets on,
The sea's long swell rolled past;
'Twas noon; I gazed adown the green,
Whence the flying-fish would leap,
Where the shark at times, and monsters strange
Sank down, down, through the deep;
'Twas then, while most were dozing,
Tired out of sky and sea,
Up from the depths of ocean,
A vision rose to me.
The line we'd crossed at last,
And, sparkling little wavelets on,
The sea's long swell rolled past;
'Twas noon; I gazed adown the green,
Whence the flying-fish would leap,
Where the shark at times, and monsters strange
Sank down, down, through the deep;
'Twas then, while most were dozing,
Tired out of sky and sea,
Up from the depths of ocean,
A vision rose to me.
40
I can't say that it scared me,
That it filled my eyes with awe;
In truth, 'twas somewhat pleasant,
That ghost—if ghost I saw;
'Twas a face I'd known far North, Fan,
Two teasing eyes I'd seen
That gazed up, laughing into mine,
From out the ocean's green;
Two red lips pouted up, Fan,
To mine, from out the sea;
And I thought I'd tell you, darling,
Of that ghost that rose to me.
That it filled my eyes with awe;
In truth, 'twas somewhat pleasant,
That ghost—if ghost I saw;
'Twas a face I'd known far North, Fan,
Two teasing eyes I'd seen
That gazed up, laughing into mine,
From out the ocean's green;
Two red lips pouted up, Fan,
To mine, from out the sea;
And I thought I'd tell you, darling,
Of that ghost that rose to me.
| Sea Songs | |