Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




All the zest of all the ages
Shimmers in my sea-bird's wing,
Flickering above the surges
Of the sea.

All the quiet of the ages 


Slumbers in my sea-bird's wing, 
Where it settles down the verges 
Of the sea.

All the questing soul's behesting
Pent and freed in one white wing,


Joying there above the dirges 
Of the sea.

Be thou, sweetheart, such a sweetheart!
All the valour of the spring 
Crowds thy pulses with the urges 


Of the sea;

Till this drench of joy, thou sweetheart,
Fills the spaces of the spring, 
And the large fresh night emerges 
From the sea.