When cold
stars shake in empty skies,
And when
the last blue of the sea-wind dies.
I heard a
voice from far beyond the sea,
A song that
lingered in the broken hills.
The sea is
calm, it said, the waves are smooth as glass.
Let us
arise and go, and chase the mermaids from the foam,
Come let us sail in silence till our blood is drunk with dreams.
No ship before us ever tried to cross this bitter sea,
But we are
lonely and we know the end of love,
We know the
end of all the wild and broken songs.
Let us go then, and sail to where the wind is still
And watch the
white rose of the moon unfold
Amid the
dark fields of a starless sky.
