Ina D. Coolbrith Poems

O shining, sapphire sea!
From thy bosom put away
Every vexing thought to-day;
Smile through all thy dimpling spray:
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Unto the earth the Summer comes again:
She has, to quench her thirst, the dews and rain;
She has glad light about her all life’s hour,
And love for gracious dower.
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I: Palaces

A Wall of sod, a roof of thatch,
And naked turf the floor;
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Green pasture-slopes with dotting trees;
Broad garden-stretches, far and fair;
White cloud on cloud of orchard-bloom;
A balm, a fragrance, all the air!
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I
This is my Sea, that to its circling sands
Reached dimpled hands,
Like a tired child that, lulled to slumber, lay
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I
I am the Sea, which God’s controlling hand
Holds in command.
Subservient in seeming good or ill
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In Memory of Celia Thaxter.

There is a shadow on the sea!
And a murmur, and a moan,
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I know a shadowed room
Whereto none enters;
I know a heart wherein
No joy-light centers.
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Though the dear tasks which once I knew
I know no more, it yet is mine,
Ere I am lain where thou art laid,
To place this wreath of roses and rue
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Tent me within your cool, leaf-latticed house.
Pomegranate bough!
A carpet, sown with blossom-rubies, spread,
A queen might tread.
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