Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
The Night-SeaHarriet Prescott Spofford (18351921)
I
While yet the dew was hoar,
I went plucking purple pansies,
Till my love should come to shore.
Were keeping out at sea,
And “Come,” I sung, “my true love,
Come hasten home to me.”
And the white gulls rocked thereon,
And the young moon dropped from heaven,
And the lights hid one by one.
Slipped down the cruel sea,
And “Wait,” cried the night, and wind, and storm,
“Wait till I come to thee!”