The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition

A Sea Song

HER bosom is white as the ocean-foam;

Her breath is sweet as the ocean breeze;

And the tide of her beauty will lift me home,

Over the seas.

The sails will fill, and the oars will beat,

And the sun will shine in the cloudless blue,

For a lady awaits me, fair and sweet,

And kind and true.