Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




When the October wind stole in
To wake me in my chamber cool,
With dancing sunlight on the wall,
From the still vestibule

Fluttered a sound like rustling leaves,


Or the just-heard departing stir 
Of silk, a hint of presence gone, 
A waft of lavender.

I saw upon my arms strange marks,
Traced when my eyes were unaware,

Like petal-stains of some green rose
Or faint kiss-bruises there;

And wondered, as there came the sad
Eternal whisper of the sea, 
Which one of all my pale dead loves 

Had spent the night with me.