Wanderlust

Dream if you must of waves rolling high

And a rollicking dolphin to follow,

When the spray in the air and the seagull's cry

Drift through the leaves in the hollow.

Though a dream may be light as a fluted trill,

It may shape the life and bend the will

Tickling the mind like a feathered quill

To follow the wild waves' plea.

Shadow submerged in the shadow of land,

Down through the moonlight, down to the sea--

Footprint in sweetgrass and shimmering sand,

And merry the waves in their glee.

The night wind's a demon with loneliness in it,

Searching till moon-tide flows into dawn.

Lovely as morning, the fluttering linnet,

Sun rising warm on nuzzling fawn.

When the dream calls to lure you from hearth and from spinet,

Why wander, my darling? Our love is a sea

Beginning and ending in mystery.

Our love is a rain forest, dim and free,

And joy leaping high as the loblolly pine--

And its rivers of sadness are tears in the sea.

(Sorrow and laughter, God's living wine,

Drink thou from my cup, as I drink from thine.)