i’ve languished under many moons
and loved them all. ah me!
but now my heart is filled too full
of hunger for the sea.
when thinking of the white gulls
that ride the creamy foam,
i almost hear the brave winds
o’er singing seas at home.
and when i think of white mists
that rise from shore to shore,
in utter weariness i weep
but cannot see them more.
and some day when i leave my dreams
these tides in which i’ve striven,
i’ll lock their memories in my breast
and carry them to heaven.
