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The Sea is a good friend of mine;
For when I come along,
She makes her ripples dance for glee
And sings a splendid song.
Down close beside her I can watch
The silver sails unfurl,
And every rolling, tumbling wave
Upon the shore uncurl;—
They make wide mirrors for the sky
And zig-zag ropes of sand,
To mark the farthest edges where
The water touches land.
At night the Moon a pathway makes
Across the spreading Sea;
It must be for the Sea's mermaids
And small mermen, and me.
It leads straight from its skyward end
To ripples at my feet,
And sometime I perchance may trip
Along the golden street;
I'd like to visit with the Moon
And walk the Milky Way
And linger with the little stars—
If the golden path would stay!
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