November 4, 1889

November

Somno mollior unda

I

Dawn is dim on the dark soft water,

Soft and passionate, dark and sweet.

Love's own self was the deep sea's daughter,

Fair and flawless from face to feet,

Hailed of all when the world was golden,

Loved of lovers whose names beholden

Thrill men's eyes as with light of olden

Days more glad than their flight was fleet.

So they sang: but for men that love her,

Souls that hear not her word in vain,

Earth beside her and heaven above her

Seem but shadows that wax and wane.

Softer than sleep's are the sea's caresses,

Kinder than love's that betrays and blesses,

Blither than spring's when her flowerful tresses

Shake forth sunlight and shine with rain.

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