_Lady of the Sea_
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 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 blended
With the shadows, waiting there.
As in silence we are taken
In the evening’s soft embrace,
Would I never could awaken
From the wonder in her face.