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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
525
THE SUMMER SEA
Over the summer sea,
When the white-eyed stars look pale,
And the moonbeams make a trail
Of gold through the waves for me,
I turn my ghostly sail
Away, away,
And follow the form I see
Over the summer sea.
When the white-eyed stars look pale,
And the moonbeams make a trail
Of gold through the waves for me,
I turn my ghostly sail
Away, away,
And follow the form I see
Over the summer sea.
Over the misty sea,
Ere the cliff which highest soars
From the billow-beaten shores
Reddens all rosily,
Where the witch-white water roars,
Far on, far on.
Through the foam she beckons me
Over the summer sea.
Ere the cliff which highest soars
From the billow-beaten shores
Reddens all rosily,
Where the witch-white water roars,
Far on, far on.
Through the foam she beckons me
Over the summer sea.
Over the haunted sea,
When the great, gold moon low lies
On the rim of the western skies,
'Twixt the moon, she comes, and me,
And gazes in my eyes;
Low down, low down,
'Twixt the orbéd moon and me,
Over the summer sea.
When the great, gold moon low lies
On the rim of the western skies,
'Twixt the moon, she comes, and me,
526
Low down, low down,
'Twixt the orbéd moon and me,
Over the summer sea.
Deep in the bitter sea,
Wilt thou drag me down, O sweet?
Down, down! from hair to feet
Filled with thee utterly?
Against thy heart's wild beat?—
At last! at last!
Wilt drag me down with thee,
Deep in the summer sea?
Wilt thou drag me down, O sweet?
Down, down! from hair to feet
Filled with thee utterly?
Against thy heart's wild beat?—
At last! at last!
Wilt drag me down with thee,
Deep in the summer sea?
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |