Sea-Song.
A dash of spray, A weed-browned way, - My ship's in the bay, In the glad blue bay, - The wind's from the west And the waves have a crest, But my bird's in the nest And my ship's in the bay! At dawn to stand Soft hand to hand, Bare feet on the sand, - On the hard brown sand, - To wait, dew-crowned, For the tarrying sound Of a keel that will ground On the scraping sand. A glad surprise In the wind-swept skies Of my wee one's eyes, - Those wondering eyes. He will come, my sweet, And will haste to meet Those hurrying feet And those sea-blue eyes. I know the day Must weary away, And my ship's in the bay, - In the clear, blue bay, - Ah! there's wind in the west, For the waves have a crest, But my bird's in the nest And my ship's in the bay!
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"A dash of spray,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Sophie M. (Almon) Hensley delivers a powerful performance in "Sea-Song."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...