THE LILAC SEA

A cool wind took me by the hand

And led me on beguilingly,

Until before me, broad and bland,

Shimmered the lilac sea.

Great gulls, with mauve upon their wings,

And cries that lingered hauntingly,

Hovered, with graceful flutterings,

Above the lilac sea.

The curving shore-line had the gleam

Of amethyst; it seemed to me

The ships were all like ships of dream

Upon the lilac sea.

And naught was real, or near or far,

And yet I have the memory

Of twilight, and the vesper star,

Hung o'er the lilac sea.