Sea Sorcery
Robert Service
Oh how I love the laughing sea,
sun lances splintering;
or with a virile harmony
in salty caves to sing;
or mumbling pebbles on the shore,
or roused to monster might:
by day I love the sea, but more
I love it in the night.
High over ocean hangs my home
and when the moon is clear
I stare and stare till fairy foam
is music in my ear;
till glamour dances to a tune
no mortal man can make;
and there bewitched beneath the moon
to beauty I awake.
Then though I seek my bed again
and close the shutters tight,
still, still I hear that wild refrain
and see that mystic light . . .
oh reckon me a crazy loon,
but blessed I would be
if my last seeing be the moon,
my last sound - the sea.
