Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




I see the golden hunter go, 
With his hound star close at heel, 
Through purple fallows above the hill, 
When the large autumn night is still 
And the tide of the world is low.

And while to their unwearied quest
The sister Pleiads pass, 
That seventh loveliest and lost 
Desire of all the orient host
Is here upon my breast.