A SEA DREAM

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 76, Issue 303, 23 December 1933, Page 2 (Supplement)

A SEA DREAM

We saw the slow tides go and come, The curving surf-lines lightly drawn, The gray rocks touched with tender bloom Beneath the fresh-blown rose of dawn. We saw in richer sunsets lost The sombre pomp of showery noons; And signalled spectral sails that crossed The weird, low light of rising moons. On stormy eves from cliff and head We saw the white spray tossed and | spurned; While over all, in gold and red, Its face of fire the lighthouse turned. The rail-car brought its daily crowds, Half curious, half indifferent, Like passing sails or floating clouds, We saw them as they came and went. But, one calm morning, as we lay And watched the mirage-lifted wall Of coast, across the dreamy bay, And heard afar the curlew call, And nearer voices, wild or tame, Of airy flock and childish throng, Up from"the water’s edge there came Faint snatches of familiar song. Careless we heard the singer’s choice Of old and common airs; at last The tender pathos of his voice In one low chanson held us fast.