The Wooing of the Moon and Sea, by William Wilsey Martin

The Wooing of the Moon and Sea

The moon is woo'd by her wild lord the sea,
Whose yearning waves wax wanton in their joy,
Upheaving amorously; he fain would toy
With his sweet moon, as I would toy with thee.   In long low sighs he uttereth his plea;
She half unveils her face, as maiden coy,
Then beams her love; he doth the winds employ
To messenger his speech, while listeneth she.   Her image in his breast she sees tonight
In broken gold, whene'er his voice is rough;
So thou may'st see thy face of moon-pale light
In my true eyes, if thou look close enough.
She draws her sea's deep heart. Thou draw'st thy knight,
Whose heart-tide sets to thee, nor fears rebuff. - William Wilsey Martin

William Wilsey Martin