Scarlet leagues along the sea;
Flaxen hair afloat in sunlight,
Love, come down the world to me!
There's a Captain I must ship with,
(Heart, that day be far from now!)
Wears his dark command in silence
With the sea-frost on his brow.
Noons of poppy, noons of poppy,
Purple shadows by the sea;
How should love take thought to wonder