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A SONG
I’ve a kiss from a warmer lover
Than maiden of earth can be:
She blew it up to the skies above her,
And now it has come to me:
From the far-away it has come to-day
With a breath of the old salt sea.
She lay and laughed on a lazy billow,
Far away on the deep,
Who had gathered the froth for my lady’s pillow—
Gathered a sparkling heap;
And the ocean’s cry was the lullaby
That cradled my love to sleep.
Far away on the blue Pacific
There doth my lady roam,
That is oft-times gay, but as oft terrific:
Her jewels are beads of foam:
In a coral cave, where a blue-green wave
Keeps guard, is my lady’s home.
