Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




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
The only adventurers.

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

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