The Golden Darkness/When Will You Come

​WHEN WILL YOU COME?
On the dark hushed shore of sleep
I hear the sound of a star-surging sea;
O you who sail the blue heaving deep,
 When will you come for me?

I sing far in the inland by day,
 But in the night, on that sombre shore
I see dim ships silently dip away
 Into the darkness forevermore.

Under a heavy hush I hear muffled wails,
 But when will you come over the waves of stars
With the last rain and snow and wind blowing like sails
 From your strange and luminous spars?

Each night I crawl to the shore of sleep
 And scan the horizon of that weird sea;
O you who sail the blue heaving deep,
 When will you come for me?

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