Born of the sea's resistless surge, Rocked where the foam-flecked hollows lie Between the tumbling crests that scourge The stormy petrel forth to fly— A dark-eyed girl with wind-tossed hair, A sea-nymph bred in Neptune's creed, Now tames the hissing combers' speed, Now plunges, laughing, to her lair Ten fathoms down. Ulysses knew her when he sailed Aegean waters long ago; The swart Phoenician traders hailed Her slender form with eyes aglow. Gay spirit of the sea, contrive (When next you seek the gardens deep Where green lights dance and sea-things sleep) That I be with you when you dive Ten fathoms down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE TAPESTRY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER |