Because the skies were blue, because,
The sun in fringes of the sea
Was tangled, and delightfully
Kept dancing on as in a waltz,
And tropic trees bow'd to the seas,
And bloom'd and bore, years through and through,
And birıls in blended gold and blue
Were thick and sweet as swarming bees,
And sang as if in paradise,
And all that paradise was spring-
Did I too sing with lifted eyes,
Because I could not choose but sing.
With garments full of sea-winds blown
From isles beyond of spice and balm,
Beside the sea, beneath her palm,
She waits as true as chisell'd stone.
My childhood's child! my June in May !
So wiser than thy father is,
These lincs, these leaves, and all of this
,-a loose, uncouth boquet.
So wait and watch for sail and sign ;
A ship shall mount the hollow seas,
Blown to thy place of blossom d trees,
And birds, and song, and summer-shine.
I throw a kiss across the sea,
I drink the winds as drinking wine,
And dream they all are blown from thee :
I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine.
Shall I return with lifted face,
Or head held down as in disgrace,
To hold thy two brown hands in mine?