The blue within her eyes was dim, She turned her pale face from the sea, She gave her gentle form to him, "O sweet, remember me!" That upturned face he bent above, He looked, he kissed, he spoke his love, "Light of my life, where'er I rove, I pray, I fight for thee!" Across the sand, within the wave, His galleys waited for their lord -- His berserkers, so strong and brave, Masters of spear and sword. The never-ending ocean washed Each prow fantastic where it flashed, With shout and song his galleys dashed Exulting out the flord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL |