SEA VOICES. Was it a lullaby the Sea went singing About my feet, some old-world monotone, Truth! did we seek for truth with eye and brain Through days so many and wasted with desire? Listen, the same long gulfing voice again: Tired limbs lie slack as sands are, eyes that tire Close gently, close forever, twilight grey Receives you, tenderer than the glaring day. [He sleeps, and after an interval awakes.] Ah terror, ah delight! A sudden cry, Anguish, or hope, or triumph. Awake, arise,— The winds awake! Is ocean's lullaby This clarion-call? Her kiss, the spray that flies Salt to the lip and cheek? Her motion light Of nursing breasts, this swift pursuit and flight? O wild sea-voices! Victory and defeat, But ever deathless passion and unrest, White wings upon the wind and flying feet, Disdain and wrath, a reared and hissing crest, The imperious urge, and last, a whole life spent In bliss of one supreme abandonment. ABOARD THE "SEA-SWALLOW." The gloom of the sea-fronting cliffs Lay on the water, violet-dark, A golden day; the summer dreamed Then rose the girls with bonnets loosed, Alice and Adela, and sang A song of Mendelssohn. O sweet, and sad, and wildly clear, Through summer air it sinks and swells, Wild with a measureless desire, And sad with all farewells. SEA-SIGHING. This is the burden of the Sea, Loss, failure, sorrows manifold; Yet something though the voice sound free Remains untold. Listen! that secret sigh again Kept very low, a whole heart's waste; What means this inwardness of pain? Some ancient sin, some supreme wrong, Some huge attempt God brought to nought, All over while the world was young, And ne'er forgot? Those lips, which open wide and cry, Weak as pale flowers or trembling birds, |