Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




The first soft green of a Northern spring
Lit by a golden sun: 
That is the little frock you wore 
When our love was begun, 
In the house by the purple shore.

The gold-red flush of early fall, 
And the tinge of sun on the sea: 
That is the maiden vest you wore 
When you came to my knee, 
And the firelight danced on the floor.