THE SEA AT EVENING
It was in the purple evening, as the moon rose on the sand,When I heard the restless waters calling me across the land;And I left the moors and meadows and the forests stretching free,Left the wind-swept fields behind me, and went down to meet the sea.How the surges roared to greet me, soared to meet me as I came!And it seemed that they were calling clearer, chorusing my name.When the moonlight on them glowing like the luster in a pearlAnd the sapphire dwelling in their depths, I saw the waves uncurlAs they spread their crystal fingers, carving figures in the sand—That the sea had known and bounded, tales from every distant shore;And I knew that the enchantment would be with me evermore,That the restless roll and refluence would shackle me apart,For the sea was in my spirit, and its song was in my heart.
It was in the purple evening, as the moon rose on the sand,When I heard the restless waters calling me across the land;And I left the moors and meadows and the forests stretching free,Left the wind-swept fields behind me, and went down to meet the sea.How the surges roared to greet me, soared to meet me as I came!And it seemed that they were calling clearer, chorusing my name.When the moonlight on them glowing like the luster in a pearlAnd the sapphire dwelling in their depths, I saw the waves uncurlAs they spread their crystal fingers, carving figures in the sand—That the sea had known and bounded, tales from every distant shore;And I knew that the enchantment would be with me evermore,That the restless roll and refluence would shackle me apart,For the sea was in my spirit, and its song was in my heart.
It was in the purple evening, as the moon rose on the sand,When I heard the restless waters calling me across the land;And I left the moors and meadows and the forests stretching free,Left the wind-swept fields behind me, and went down to meet the sea.
It was in the purple evening, as the moon rose on the sand,
When I heard the restless waters calling me across the land;
And I left the moors and meadows and the forests stretching free,
Left the wind-swept fields behind me, and went down to meet the sea.
How the surges roared to greet me, soared to meet me as I came!And it seemed that they were calling clearer, chorusing my name.When the moonlight on them glowing like the luster in a pearlAnd the sapphire dwelling in their depths, I saw the waves uncurlAs they spread their crystal fingers, carving figures in the sand—That the sea had known and bounded, tales from every distant shore;And I knew that the enchantment would be with me evermore,That the restless roll and refluence would shackle me apart,For the sea was in my spirit, and its song was in my heart.
How the surges roared to greet me, soared to meet me as I came!
And it seemed that they were calling clearer, chorusing my name.
When the moonlight on them glowing like the luster in a pearl
And the sapphire dwelling in their depths, I saw the waves uncurl
As they spread their crystal fingers, carving figures in the sand—
That the sea had known and bounded, tales from every distant shore;
And I knew that the enchantment would be with me evermore,
That the restless roll and refluence would shackle me apart,
For the sea was in my spirit, and its song was in my heart.
—Andrew Duane