LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC.
IV.
THE VOYAGE SOUTHWARD.
OLY as heaven, the home
Of winds, the land .of foam,
The palace of the waves, the house of rain,
Deeper than ocean, dark
As dawn before the lark
Flings his sharp song to skyward, and is fain
To light his lampless.eyes
At the flower-folded skies
Where stars are hidden in the blue, £0 fill
His beak with star-dropt dew,
His little heart anew
With love and song to swell it to his will ;
Holy as heaven, the place
Before the golden face
Of God is very silent at the dawn.
The even keel is keen
To flash the waves between,
But no soft moving current is withdrawn :
We float upon the blue
Like sunlight specks in dew,
And like the moonlight on the lake we lie:
The northern gates are past,