IV.
But in thy sleep shalt follow—
Thy bosom fierce to mine,
Long arms wound warm and hollow,—
In sleep, in sleep shalt follow,—
To save me from the brine;
Dim eyes on mine divine;
Deep breath at mine like wine;
Sweet thou, with dream-soft kisses
To dream me onward home,
White in white foam that hisses,
Love's creature safe in foam.