OFF our New England coast the sea to-night
Is moaning the full sorrow of its heart:
Sandy Star and Willie Gee,
Count 'em two, you make 'em three:
Pluck the man and boy apart
And you'll see into my heart.
Turn me to my yellow leaves,
I am better satisfied;
There is something in me grieves--
That was never born, and died.
Heart free, hand free,
Blue above, brown under,
All the world to me
Is a place of wonder.
Del Cascar, Del Cascar,
Stood upon a flaming star,
Stood, and let his feet hang down
Till in China the toes turned brown.
A white road between sea and land,
Night and silence on either hand
Pointing to some unknown gate
MY heart gives thanks for many things;
For strength to labor day by day,
For sleep that comes when darkness wings
I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
For the sunset wings and the world-end things
Dear little child, whose very speech
Gives me joy beyond my heart's measure,
However far my years may reach,