On the Ocean, by Mary Dow Brine

On the Ocean

Noon on the ocean--golden bright
Ripples that dance in the merry light!
A fisherman's song with its "tra-la-la!"
Echoed over the waters far.   Night on the ocean--dark and cold,
A fisherman's boat by wild waves rolled.
Over the sands a feeble light
From the fisher's hut gleams thro' the night.   Morn on the ocean--sweet and fair!
Sunbeams tangled in sea-wet hair;
Sunshine kissing the face of him
Whose young wife watches with wild eyes dim.   Stranded for aye on the unknown shore,
The fisher shall never know shipwreck more;
But the wail from the watcher's broken heart
The gates of heaven has cleft apart.

poems.one - Mary Dow Brine

Mary Dow Brine