AMBERGRIS 
89 
The overarching miracles 
Of love’s desire, and Night’s. 
 
It swells, it rolls to triumph-song 
Through luminous black skies ; 
Thrills into silence sharp and strong, 
Assumes its peace, and dies. 
 
There is the night :  it covers close 
The lilies folded fair 
Of all your beauty, and the rose 
Half hidden in your hair. 
 
There is the night :  unseen I stand 
And look to seaward still : 
We would not look upon the land 
Again, had I my will. 
 
The ship is trim :  to sea !  to sea ! 
Take life in either hand, 
Crush out its wind for you and me, 
And drink, and understand !