MY DREAMS ARE OF THE SEA.

My dreams are of the Sea. All night the living waters stepped Stately and steadily. All night the wind Conducted them. With forehead high, a rock, Glittering with joy, stood to receive the shock Of the flood-tide. I saw it in the mind Of sleep and silence. When I woke, I wept.

My dreams are of the Sea. But oh, it is the Sea of Glass! I met that other tide as I desired. Alone, the rock and I leaned to the wave,— A foolish suicide, that scooped its grave Within the piteous sand. Now I am tired. It died and it was buried. Let me pass.