DIRGE FOR A SAILOR

Beyond the bourns of time and sleep,

Beyond the sway of tides,

A voyager o'er death's darksome deep,

His ship at anchor rides.

He who from boyhood never knew

A garden save the foam,

Whose only rooftree was the blue,

At last has found a home.

And what more fit than that the wave

He loved through life to stem

Should sing above his green sea grave

This sailor's requiem!