AMBERGRIS 
81 
 
 
 
FROM THE ARGONAUTS 
 
The Song of the Siren, Leucosia 
 
O Lover, I am lonely here ! 
O lover, I am weeping ! 
Each pearl of ocean is a tear 
Let fall while love was sleeping. 
 
A tear is made of fire and dew 
And saddened with a smile ; 
The sun’s laugh in the curving blue 
Lasts but a little while. 
 
The night-winds kiss the deep :  the stars 
Shed laughter from above ; 
But night must pass dawn’s prison bars : 
Night hath not tasted love. 
 
With me the night is fallen in day ; 
The day swoons back to night ; 
The white and black are woven in gray, 
Faint sleep of silken light. 
 
A strange soft light about me shed 
Devours the sense of time : 
Hovers about my sleepy head 
Some sweet persistent rime. 
 
Beneath my breast my love may hear 
Deep murmur of the billows— 
O gather me to thee, my dear, 
On soft forgetful pillows ! 
 
O gather me in arms of love 
As maidens plucking posies,