The Sea Maid
In what pearl-paven mossy cave By what green sea Art thou reclining, virgin of the wave, In realms more full of splendid mystery Than that strong northern flood whence came The rise and fall of music in thy name Thy waiting name, Oithona! The magic of the seas own change In depth and height, From where the eternal orderd billows range To unknown regions of sleep-weary night, Fills, like a wonder-waking spell Whispered by lips of some lone-murmuring shell, Thy dreaming soul, Oithona. In gladness of thy reverie What gracious form Will fly the errand of our love to thee, By ways with winged messengers aswarm Through dawn of opalescent skies, To say the time is come and bid thee rise And be our child, Oithona?
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"In what pearl-paven mossy cave..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Le Gay Brereton delivers a powerful performance in "The Sea Maid"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...