Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

CXII


 

Our isle is a magic ship; 
You can feel it swing and dip,
Running the long blue slopes 
Of sliding sea, 
With you and me
5
The only adventurers.

The sails of the snow are spread. 
See how we forge ahead! 
Good-by, old summers and sorrows! 

10
O brave and dear 
Whom never a fear 
Of the breathless voyage deters!