Silently, hauntingly,
The mist crept in from the sea.

The mist crept in from the sea,
And bode for a space, and then
It heard the imperious call
Of the deep, transcending all,
And it knew itself as the thrall
Of the world-old master of men,
So, still as the dreams that flee,
The mist crept back to the sea.




DIRGE FOR A SAILOR

Beyond the bourns of time and sleep,
Beyond the sway of tides,
A voyager o'er death's darksome deep,
His ship at anchor rides.

He who from boyhood never knew
A garden save the foam,
Whose only rooftree was the blue,
At last has found a home.

And what more fit than that the wave
He loved through life to stem
Should sing above his green sea grave