Blossom of Brine

Morn! and a white sail winging

Over the sunlit waves;

A song on the breezes ringing

Up from the coral caves

Where sea-nymphs, white arms lifting

Wreaths for the sea-god twine

Of the frail foam-flowers drifting

On the wave-crests — blossom of brine.

Night! and a dark rack flying

Over the sullen waves;

A dirge on the night winds sighing

Up from the cold sea caves

Where sea-nymphs white arms lifting

Wreaths for a pall entwine

For a still white face is drifting

On the wave-crest — blossom of brine.