MY DREAMS ARE OF THE SEA.

My dreams are of the Sea.

All night the living waters stepped

Stately and steadily. All night the wind

Conducted them. With forehead high, a rock,

Glittering with joy, stood to receive the shock

Of the flood-tide. I saw it in the mind

Of sleep and silence. When I woke, I wept.

My dreams are of the Sea.

But oh, it is the Sea of Glass!

I met that other tide as I desired.

Alone, the rock and I leaned to the wave,—

A foolish suicide, that scooped its grave

Within the piteous sand. Now I am tired.

It died and it was buried. Let me pass.