Poems (Terry, 1861)/Fantasia
FANTASIA.
When I am a sea-flowerUnder the cool green tide,Where the sunshine slants and quivers,And the quaint, gray fishes glide,I'll shut and sleep at noonday,At night on the waves I'll ride,And see the surf in moonshineRush on the black rocks' side.
When I am a sea-bird,Under the clouds I'll fly,And light on a rocking billowTossing low and high.Safe from the lee-shore's thunder,Mocking the mariner's cry,Drifting away on the tempest,A speck on the sullen sky!
When I am a sea-wind,I'll watch for a ship I know, Through the sails and riggingMerrily I will blow.The crew shall be like dead menWhite with horror and woe;Then I'll sing like a spirit,And let the good ship go.