THE SEA CHILD
Fashioned her body of coral and foam,
Combed a wave in her hair’s warm smother,
And drove her away from home.
And under a doorway she laid her down,
The little blue child in the foam-fringed gown.
To hear her call, to answer her cry.
Her face shone out from her hair’s warm smother
Like a moonkin up in the sky.
Her rainbow heart like a singing shell
Broke in her body: she crept back home.
Daughter, go back to the darkling land;
There is nothing here but sad sea water,
And a handful of sifting sand.