Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Sweetheart, sweetheart, delay no more,
Nor in this prosy street abide! 
The fairy coach is at the door; 
The fairy ship is on the tide.

For I have built of golden dreams, 


And furnished with delight for thee, 
And lit with wondrous starry beams, 
A fairy place over sea.

Then, footman, up! Good horses, speed!
Then, lads, aboard and make all sail!

The wind is fair, the cable freed; 
Now what can all the world avail?