Where, flushed with slumber, drones a stream
To charm some lonely mermaid’s dream.
And this my heritage, more fair
Than mosque that ever called to prayer
A Moslem, bids me kneel and pray;
These simple words are all I say—
“I’ve been with God an hour or two”—
A shadow tiptoes down the blue;
And like a mother wraps the sea
In stillness of eternity.