Lady of the Sea
Night, and vessels softly liftingFrom the surges of the sea,Arms to breezes ever shiftingAs they whisper low to me.Silhouetted masts are weavingCircles wavering to leanNearer waves in slumber heavingFar below a cold moon’s sheen....Clothed in glory, still and splendid,Starlight shimmers in her hair,And my lady’s form is blendedWith the shadows, waiting there.As in silence we are takenIn the evening’s soft embrace,Would I never could awakenFrom the wonder in her face.
Night, and vessels softly liftingFrom the surges of the sea,Arms to breezes ever shiftingAs they whisper low to me.Silhouetted masts are weavingCircles wavering to leanNearer waves in slumber heavingFar below a cold moon’s sheen....Clothed in glory, still and splendid,Starlight shimmers in her hair,And my lady’s form is blendedWith the shadows, waiting there.As in silence we are takenIn the evening’s soft embrace,Would I never could awakenFrom the wonder in her face.
Night, and vessels softly liftingFrom the surges of the sea,Arms to breezes ever shiftingAs they whisper low to me.
Night, and vessels softly lifting
From the surges of the sea,
Arms to breezes ever shifting
As they whisper low to me.
Silhouetted masts are weavingCircles wavering to leanNearer waves in slumber heavingFar below a cold moon’s sheen....
Silhouetted masts are weaving
Circles wavering to lean
Nearer waves in slumber heaving
Far below a cold moon’s sheen....
Clothed in glory, still and splendid,Starlight shimmers in her hair,And my lady’s form is blendedWith the shadows, waiting there.
Clothed in glory, still and splendid,
Starlight shimmers in her hair,
And my lady’s form is blended
With the shadows, waiting there.
As in silence we are takenIn the evening’s soft embrace,Would I never could awakenFrom the wonder in her face.
As in silence we are taken
In the evening’s soft embrace,
Would I never could awaken
From the wonder in her face.
R. P. CRENSHAW, JR.