Ah me! I shall not waken soon From dreams of such divinity! A spirit singing ‘neath the moon To me.
Wild sea-spray driven of the storm Is not so wildly white as she, Who beckoned with a foam-white arm To me.
With eyes dark green, and golden-green Long locks that rippled drippingly, Out of the green wave she did lean To me.
And sang; till Earth and Heaven seemed A far, forgotten memory, And more than Heaven in her who gleamed On me.
Sleep, sweeter than love’s face or home; And death’s immutability; And music of the plangent foam, For me!
Sweep over her! with all thy ships, With all thy stormy tides, O sea! – The memory of immortal lips For me!
Note: This poem is in the public domain and can be found here. Madison Julius Cawein (1865-1914) was a poet from Louisville, Kentucky. A year before his death, Cawein published a poem called “Waste Land” that scholars say may have been the inspiration for T.S. Eliot’s poem The Waste Land.
I’ve always loved photos of the moon hanging over the sea at night, so I decided to draw my own depiction last year. Like I mentioned in a previous post about drawing, the process has been very soothing for me.