The Summer Sea

Over the summer sea, When the white-eyed stars look pale, And the moonbeams make a trail Of gold through the waves for me, I turn my ghostly sail Away, away, And follow the form I see Over the summer sea.

Over the misty sea, Ere the cliff which highest soars From the billow-beaten shores Reddens all rosily, Where the witch-white water roars, Far on, far on. Through the foam she beckons me Over the summer sea.

Over the haunted sea, When the great, gold moon low lies On the rim of the western skies, ’Twixt the moon, she comes, and me, And gazes in my eyes; Low down, low down, ’Twixt the orbéd moon and me, Over the summer sea.

Deep in the bitter sea, Wilt thou drag me down, O sweet? Down, down! from hair to feet Filled with thee utterly? Against thy heart’s wild beat?-- At last! at last! Wilt drag me down with thee, Deep in the summer sea?