I smile o'er the wrinkled blue <br />Lo! the sea is fair, <br />Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; <br />And the welkin's light shines through <br />Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue, <br />And the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing, <br />And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing! <br /> <br />I scowl in sullen guise <br />The sea grows dark and dun, <br />The swift clouds hide the sun <br />But not the bale-light in my eyes, <br />And the frightened wind as it flies <br />Ruffles the billows with stormy wing, <br />And the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing! <br /> <br />When moonlight glimmers dim <br />I pass in the path of the mist, <br />Like a pale spirit by spirits kissed. <br />At dawn I chant my own weird hymn, <br />And I dabble my hair in the sunset's rim, <br />And I call to the dwellers along the shore <br />With a voice of gramarye evermore. <br /> <br />And if one for love of me <br />Gives to my call an ear, <br />I will woo him and hold him dear, <br />And teach him the way of the sea, <br />And my glamor shall ever over him be; <br />Though he wander afar in the cities of men <br />He will come at last to my arms again.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sea-spirit/
