The Love o’ Ships
O it is ours to hear you, Love,
That laugh like a siren on a siren shore,
With the blue of your eyes like the blue above,
Your yellow hair as the yellow sands before;
You ride on the wind and call us, Sweet,
At the dawn, the purple dawn of the daring day,
And the catch of your breath lends the breakers feet
To help our hearts obey (frail hearts!),