Ah Me! I Shall Not Waken Soon From Dreams Of Such Divinity! A Spirit Singing 'Neath The Moon To Me. Wild Sea-Spray Driven Of The Storm Is Not So Wildly White As She, Who Beckoned With A Foam-White Arm To Me. With Eyes Dark Green, And Golden-Green Long Locks That Rippled Drippingly, Out Of The Green Wave She Did Lean To Me. And Sang; Till Earth And Heaven Seemed A Far, Forgotten Memory, And More Than Heaven In Her Who Gleamed On Me. Sleep, Sweeter Than Love'S Face Or Home; And Death'S Immutability; And Music Of The Plangent Foam, For Me! Sweep Over Her! With All Thy Ships, With All Thy Stormy Tides, O Sea! The Memory Of Immortal Lips For Me!