Sea Treasures

Lady of the Mere
Sole-sitting by the shore of old romance.
~William Wordsworth






T'was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of winds,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.
~John Gay




Will you come to the bower o'er the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves roll in thundering motion,
Where the mermaids are seen and the fierce tempest gathers,
To loved Erin the green, the dear land of our fathers."
Will you come, will you, will you, will you come to the bower?






The Sea! The sea! The open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever full!
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And the silence wheresoe''er I go.
I was never on the dull, tame shore
But I loved the great sea more and more.
~Bryan W. Procter






Leagues, leagues over the sea I sail couched
on a wallowing dolphin's tail.
The sky is on fire, the waves a-sheen,
dabble my foot in the billows green.
In a sea-weed hat on the rocks I sit,
where tern and sea-mew glide and beat,
and where dark shadows the cormorants meet.
In caverns cool when the tide's a wash,
I sound my conch to the watery splash.
From out their grottos at evenings beam,
the mermaids swim with locks agleam.
To where I watch on the yellow sands,
and they pluck sweet music with sea-cold hands.
They bring me coral and amber clear.
But when the stars in heaven appear,
their music ceases, they glide away.
They swim for their grottos across the bay.
Then listen only to my shrill tune,
the surfy tide, and the wondering moon.
~Walter de la Mare


Daughter of Aphrodite

I stand at the waters edge,
my feet firmly planted
in the wet sand
Wave after wave crashes
against my ankles and knees
as sea spray anoints me
The gauzy white dress
clings to my body
as my outstretched arms
embrace the starry night sky
I soak up the moon's silver rays
and I hear the Goddess
calling me...


Come child, come
Come into the
clear emerald sea
Come child, come
Daughter of Aphrodite
you will always be
Come child, come
Come into the
rolling waves
Dance the dance
of Mermaids
all your remaining days
Come child, come
Come into the
clear emerald sea
Wear the gifts of the ocean
pearls, coral and abalone


Daughter of Aphrodite
I will always be
(c)Morgaine RavenSong




BREAK, BREAK, BREAK


Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
the thoughts that arise in me.


O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That sings in his boat in the bay!


And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!


Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson

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