David MacDonald Ross
David MacDonald Ross Poems
- The Sea To The Shell The sea, my mother, is singing to me, ...
- The Dreamer WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour ...
- Love's Treasure House I went to Love's old treasure house ...
- Autumn When, with low moanings on the distant shore, ...
- The Watch On Deck Becalmed upon the equatorial seas, ...
- The Silent Tide I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry, ...
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The Sea To The Shell
The sea, my mother, is singing to me,
She is singing the old refrain,
Of passion, of love, and of mystery,
And her world-old song of pain;
Of the mirk midnight and the dazzling day,
That trail their robes o'er the wet sea-way.
The sea, my mother, is singing to me
With the white foam caught in her hair,
With the seaweed swinging its long arms free,
To grapple the blown sea air:
The sea, my mother, with billowy swell,
Is telling her tale to the wave-washed shell.