Look To The Sea

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Look To The Sea



the soft decor of a silhouette perched closely to me I smile o'er the wrinkled blue­ Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; And the welkin's light shines through Into mid-sea
caverns of beryl hue, And the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing, And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing!



I scowl in sullen guise­ The sea grows dark and dun, The swift clouds hide the sun But not the bale-light in my eyes, And the frightened wind as it flies Ruffles the billows with stormy wing, And
the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing!



When moonlight glimmers dim I pass in the path of the mist, Like a pale spirit by spirits kissed. At dawn I chant my own weird hymn, And I dabble my hair in the sunset's rim, And I call to the
dwellers along the shore With a voice of gramarye evermore.



And if one for love of me Gives to my call an ear, I will woo him and hold him dear, And teach him the way of the sea, And my glamor shall ever over him be; Though he wander afar in the cities of
men He will come at last to my arms again.

Submitted: October 31, 2017

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the soft decor of a silhouette perched closely to me

I smile o'er the wrinkled blue
Lo! the sea is fair,
Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair;
And the welkin's light shines through
Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue,
And the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing,
And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing!

I scowl in sullen guise
The sea grows dark and dun,
The swift clouds hide the sun
But not the bale-light in my eyes,
And the frightened wind as it flies
Ruffles the billows with stormy wing,
And the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing!

When moonlight glimmers dim
I pass in the path of the mist,
Like a pale spirit by spirits kissed.
At dawn I chant my own weird hymn,
And I dabble my hair in the sunset's rim,
And I call to the dwellers along the shore
With a voice of gramarye evermore.

And if one for love of me
Gives to my call an ear,
I will woo him and hold him dear,
And teach him the way of the sea,
And my glamor shall ever over him be;
Though he wander afar in the cities of men
He will come at last to my arms again.


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