Poems (Van Vorst)/Mare Placido
MARE PLACIDO
Across the tossing tumult of my sea The peaceful current of your Spirit flows. The ships attain their harbours, enter free Beyond the pale horizon's line of rose. Tempests are banished from these miles serene Held cloud-free, wind-free, by your love's control, My sea shall yield its deep-bed treasure soon! Mirror the evening star,—the cloud,—the moon Tranquil, as tho' no storm had ever been— My sea shall be the mirror of your soul.