Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




Wait for me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk
Falls from the silent star-spaces and fills 
With utter peace the great heart of the hills, 
          Child, Cherrychild!

Call to me, Cherrychild, when the blue dusk 


First throbs to passion among the dark hills, 
In the brown throats of the lone whippoorwills, 
          Child, Cherrychild!

Come to me, Cherrychild, in the blue dusk!
Forlorn and loverless as the wild sea, 

Long have I lain alone, longing for thee, 
          Child, Cherrychild.