Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman


 

LXXXVII


 

When spring comes up the slope of the grey old sea, 
Like a green galleon, 
With joy in her wake, with light on her sails, 
What will she bring to us, my Yvonne?

The long, sweet lisp and drench of the sweetness of rain,

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The strong, glad youth of the sun, 
And a touch of the madness that makes men wiseWith the wisdom of lovers, my Yvonne.