The Conservative (Lovecraft)/July 1919/Mother Sea
Mother Sea
By Ernest Lionel McKeag
Hold me gently on thy bosom,
Like a child I cling to thee;
With thy gentle waves caress me—
I am tired, Mother Sea.
Long have I withstood thy calling,
Long my ship has kept me free;
Now my ship lies in thy stronghold—
I must follow, Mother Sea.
One last look at Earth and Heaven,
Quite content—I make no plea,
Close my eyes with gentle fingers—
I am ready, Mother Sea.
Now I feel thee swift enfold me;
Feel thine arms close over me;
Sink I to thy crystal caverns—
I am thine, O Mother Sea!
