At Sea

Southland Times, Issue 14333, 29 April 1899, Page 1 (Supplement)

At Sea

Night and the wonder of starlight waking High in the darkening dome 1 Night and the thunder of waters breaking White on the prow in foam ! Night and the music of shrouds and spars, Harp of the wind, whose strings Sing, sweetheart, to the listening stars Wild, ineffable things ! Far astern in the distance, lining All the horizon’s rim, White are the harbor beacons shining, Dimmer, and yet more dim; And the ship speeds forth on her eastward quest And the voice of the passing wind Speaks, sweetheart, of the vanishing west That 1 leave to-night behind. Dear, deep eyes,of all eyes most tender, Heart of all hearts most true ; All of the blue night’s widening splendor Hallows its lips with you ; Yours is the name that the waters call, Yours is the name the stars Down from the infinite heights let fall To echo among the spars. Love, in the years to come hereafter, Gold, as shall chance, or gray, Still shall the sound of your lightsome loughter Come at the close of day, Come to recall what I leave behind— Love, and the west, and you, Dear, deep eyes, of all eyes most kind, Heart of all hearts most true !