THE SEA CHILD

THE SEA CHILD

Intothe world you sent her, mother,Fashioned her body of coral and foam,Combed a wave in her hair’s warm smother,And drove her away from home.In the dark of the night she crept to the townAnd under a doorway she laid her down,The little blue child in the foam-fringed gown.And never a sister and never a brotherTo hear her call, to answer her cry.Her face shone out from her hair’s warm smotherLike a moonkin up in the sky.She sold her corals; she sold her foam;Her rainbow heart like a singing shellBroke in her body: she crept back home.Peace, go back to the world, my daughter,Daughter, go back to the darkling land;There is nothing here but sad sea water,And a handful of sifting sand.1911.

Intothe world you sent her, mother,Fashioned her body of coral and foam,Combed a wave in her hair’s warm smother,And drove her away from home.In the dark of the night she crept to the townAnd under a doorway she laid her down,The little blue child in the foam-fringed gown.And never a sister and never a brotherTo hear her call, to answer her cry.Her face shone out from her hair’s warm smotherLike a moonkin up in the sky.She sold her corals; she sold her foam;Her rainbow heart like a singing shellBroke in her body: she crept back home.Peace, go back to the world, my daughter,Daughter, go back to the darkling land;There is nothing here but sad sea water,And a handful of sifting sand.1911.

Intothe world you sent her, mother,Fashioned her body of coral and foam,Combed a wave in her hair’s warm smother,And drove her away from home.

In the dark of the night she crept to the townAnd under a doorway she laid her down,The little blue child in the foam-fringed gown.

And never a sister and never a brotherTo hear her call, to answer her cry.Her face shone out from her hair’s warm smotherLike a moonkin up in the sky.

She sold her corals; she sold her foam;Her rainbow heart like a singing shellBroke in her body: she crept back home.

Peace, go back to the world, my daughter,Daughter, go back to the darkling land;There is nothing here but sad sea water,And a handful of sifting sand.

1911.


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