Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Up and up, they all come up 
Out of the noon together, 
The flowering sails on the slope of the sea 
In the white spring weather.

In and in, they all draw in—


A streaming flock together— 
From the lone and monstrous waste of sea 
By a single tether.

Home, come home, they all make home
In a racing fleet together—


The little white wishes I sent to you 
In the golden weather.