I've a kiss from a warmer lover <br /> Than maiden earth can be: <br />She blew it up to the skies above her, <br /> And now it has come to me; <br />From the far-away it has come today <br /> With a breath of the old salt sea. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />She lay and laughed on a lazy billow, <br /> Far away on the deep, <br />Who had gathered the froth for my lady's pillow - <br /> Gathered a sparkling heap; <br />And the ocean's cry was the lullaby <br /> That cradled my love to sleep. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Far away on the blue Pacific <br /> There doth my lady roam, <br />That is oft-times gay, but as oft terrific: <br /> Her jewels are beads of foam: <br />In a coral cave, where a blue-green wave <br /> Keeps guard, is my lady's home. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />She claps her hands, and her henchman hurries <br /> West of the sunset sheen: <br />'Tis he who comes when a mist-wrack scurries, <br /> Skirting the deep ravine; <br />And my heart is stirred by the loving word <br /> He carries me from my queen. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A drop distilled from a lotos flower - <br /> That is the magic key <br />To unlock the cage, and my soul has power <br /> To gather itself and flee, <br />At my love's behest, where she waits her guest <br /> In a palace beneath the sea. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Joy is ours that is almost anguish: <br /> Pain that is almost sweet: <br />We kiss; and the ocean creatures languish <br /> Jealously at our feet; <br />The sight grows dim, and the senses swim <br /> When I and my lady greet. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />There to dream, while the soul is swooning <br /> Under a woven spell - <br />Hushed to sleep by her tender crooning <br /> Learnt from the ocean swell - <br />There to rest on her jewelled breast, <br /> To love and be loved as well!<br /><br />Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-13/
