On Deck Together

Out of the water the winged fish flew,
Flashes of light from abysses of blue,
In the goldenest tropical weather;
A pale still face seemed calling to me;
Words of cheer were spoken, and we
Were friends on deck together.

Under a still and starry night
My lady arose to her stateliest height —
Hair without tie or tether —
And there between the sky and the sea,
She walked and talked right merry with ine,
As we trod the deck together.

We meet no more the deck to tread;

But, when the Oceans have yielded their dead,
I cannot help wondering whether
There will be another world where we
May voyage on some celestial sea,
And tread the deck together.