Part 10 (1/2)

Song-Surf Cale Young Rice 16340K 2022-07-22

LOVE-WATCH

My love's a guardian-angel Who camps about thy heart, Never to See thine enemy, Nor from thee turn apart.

Whatever dark may shroud thee And hide thy stars away, With vigil sweet his wings shall beat About thee till the day.

VI

AT AMALFI

Come to the window, you who are mine.

Waken! the night is calling.

Sit by me here--with the moon's fair s.h.i.+ne Into your deep eyes falling.

The sea afar is a fearful gloom; Lean from the cas.e.m.e.nt, listen!

Anear it breaks with a faery spume, Spraying the rocks that glisten.

The little white town below lies deep As eternity in slumber.

O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap Beauties beyond all number!

And, how as sails that at anchor ride Our spirits rock together On a sea of love--lit as this tide With tenderest star-weather!

Till the gray dawn is redd'ning up, Over the moon low-lying.

Come, come away--we have drunk the cup: Ours is the dream undying!

VII

ON THE PACIFIC

A storm broods far on the foam of the deep; The moon-path gleams before.

A day and a night, a night and a day, And the way, love, will be o'er.

Six thousand wandering miles we have come And never a sail have seen.

The sky above and the sea below And the drifting clouds between.

Yet in our hearts unheaving hope And light and joy have slept.

Nor ever lonely has seemed the wave Tho' heaving wild it leapt.

For there is talismanic might Within our vows of love To breathe us over all seas of life-- On to that Port, above,

Where the great Captain of all s.h.i.+ps Shall anchor them or send Them forth on a vaster Voyage, yea, On one that shall not end.

And upon _that_ we two, I think, Together still shall sail.