Waves

________________________________________________
Title:     Waves
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

The evening sails come home
With twilight in their wings.
The harbour-light across the gloam
Springs;
The wind sings.

The waves begin to tell
The sea's night-sorrow o'er,
Weaving within their ancient spell
More
Than earth's lore.

The rising moon wafts strange
Low lures across the tide,
On which my dim thoughts seem to range,
Stride
Upon stride,
Until, with flooding thrill,
They seem at last to blend
With waves that from the Eternal Will
Wend,
Without end.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Waves

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN