Songs of the Sea Children

by Bliss Carman




I was the west wind over the garden,
Out of the twilit merge and deep;
You were the sultry languorous flower,
Famished and filled and laid to sleep.

I was the rover bee, and you—

With the hot red mouth where a soul might drown,
And the buoyant soul where a man might swim—
You were the blossom that drew me down.