SEA-HOARDINGS.

New Zealand Tablet, 8 January 1920, Page 9

SEA-HOARDINGS.

My heart is open again and the sea flows in It shall fill with a summer of mists and winds and clouds and waves breaking. Of gull-wings over the green tide, of the surf s drenching din, Of sudden horizon-sails that come and vanish, fantom-thin. Or arching sapphire skies, dec]) and unaching. I shall lie on the rocks just over the weeds that drape The clear sea-pools, where birth and death in the sunny ooze are teeming. Whore the crab in quest of booty sidles about a. surly shape, Where the snail creeps and the mussel sleeps with wary valves agape, Where life is too grotesque to he hut seeming. And the swallow shall weave my dreams with threads of flight,'' A shuttle with silver breast across the warp of the waves gliding; And an isle far out shall he a beam in the loom of my delight, And the pattern of every dream shall he a rapture bathed in light • a Its evanescence a beauty most abiding. And the sunsets shall give sadness all its due; They shall stain the sands and trouble the tides with nil the ache of sorrow. They shall bleed and die with a beauty of meaning old yet ever new ; They shall burn with all the hunger for things that hearts have failed to do. They shall whisper of a gold.that none can borrow. And the stars shall come and build a bridge of fire For the moon to cross the shoreless sky, with never a fear of sinking, They shall teach me of the magic things of life never to tire, And how to renew, when it is low, the lamp of my desire — And -how to hope, in the darkest deeps of thinking. —Case Young Rice, in The Dial (New York).