Classic Poem

Cast not your looks upon the wan grey sea,
Waste not your voice upon the wind;
Let not your footsteps sink upon the sand,
Hold no sea-treasure in your hand,
And let no sea-shell in your ear
Nor any sea-thought in your mind
Murmur a mystery.

Turn your soft eyes upon mine eyes that long;
Let your sweet lips on mine be sealed;
Fold soft sweet hands between your sweet soft breasts,
And, as a weary sea-mew rests
Upon the sea
Utterly — utterly yield
Your being up to me.
And all around, grey seascape and the sound
Of droned sea song.