i’ve languished under many moons

and loved them all. ah me!

but now my heart is filled too full

of hunger for the sea.

when thinking of the white gulls

that ride the creamy foam,

i almost hear the brave winds

o’er singing seas at home.

and when i think of white mists

that rise from shore to shore,

in utter weariness i weep

but cannot see them more.

and some day when i leave my dreams

these tides in which i’ve striven,

i’ll lock their memories in my breast

and carry them to heaven.