HER heart cried out,--"Come home, come home,"
When the storm beat in at the door,
When the window showed a spatter of foam,
And her ear rang with the roar
Of the reef; and she called again, "Come home,"
To the ship in reach of the shore.
"But not tonight," flashed the signal light
From the Cape that guarded the bay,
"No, not tonight," rang the foam where the white
Hard edge of the breakers lay;
"Keep away from the crash of the storm at its height,
Keep away from the land, keep away."
"Come home," her heart cried out again,
"For the edge of the reef is white."
But she pressed her face to the window-pane,
And read the flash of the signal light;
Then her voice called out when her heart was slain,
"Keep away, my love, tonight."
SHE took her name beneath according skies,
With ringing harbour cheers, and in the lee
Of hills derived her birthright to the sea--
The adoration of a thousand eyes.
Each bulwark ran its way from stern to prow,
With the slim tracery of a sea-gull's wing,
And--happy augury for the christening--
The bottle broke in rainbows on her bow.
Beyond the port in roll and leap and curl,
In the rich hues of sunlight on the spray,