My Island
Thou art my island in some Southern sea!
Brood over me with long green tender hair
And kiss me with strange blossoms, and with air
Of speechless and undreamed-of purity.
O island, give thy magic calm to me:
Embrace me with thy night, when thou dost wear
The jewels of all the skies,—and with thy fair
Blue lustrous morning: clasp me laughingly.
Within thine island-arms no death abides,
Nor sin, nor any horror. Lift me and save
With thine unsearchable and viewless bloom.
Sing to me with thy coral-kissing tides:
Flow round my body with thine amorous wave:
And, when sweet life is over, be my tomb!
Brood over me with long green tender hair
And kiss me with strange blossoms, and with air
Of speechless and undreamed-of purity.
O island, give thy magic calm to me:
Embrace me with thy night, when thou dost wear
The jewels of all the skies,—and with thy fair
Blue lustrous morning: clasp me laughingly.
Within thine island-arms no death abides,
Nor sin, nor any horror. Lift me and save
With thine unsearchable and viewless bloom.
Sing to me with thy coral-kissing tides:
Flow round my body with thine amorous wave:
And, when sweet life is over, be my tomb!
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