Give thou a gift to me <br />From thy treasure-house, O sea! <br /> <br />Said a red-lipped laughing girl <br />While the summer yet was young; <br /> <br />And the sea laughed back and flung <br />At her feet a priceless pearl. <br /> <br />Give thou a gift to me <br />From thy treasure-house, O sea! <br /> <br />Said the maiden once again <br />On a night of wind and rain. <br /> <br />Like a ghost the moon above her <br />Stared through winding-sheets of cloud. <br /> <br />On the sand in sea-weed shroud, <br />Lay the pale corpse of her lover. <br /> <br />Which is better, gain or loss? <br />Which is nobler, crown or cross? <br /> <br />We shall know these things, maybe, <br />When the dead rise from the sea.<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-gifts/
