"The Wife From The Sea." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
I SNATCHED her from her home away–
From her great waters, cool and free,
My sea-maid, in whose eyes there lay
The depths and dangers of the sea.
I brought her where faint breezes sweep
Through lanes walled in with hedges high,
And sown with luscious grass and deep
At ease the fatted pastures lie.
I gave her my poor cottage home,
The tame face of the countryside–
Who knew the waves' withdrawing foam,
The thunder of the bursting tide.
And day by day did I rejoice
To see her sit beside my door,
Nor knew that in her heart the voice
Of ocean called forever more.
Until the grace I would not give
Death gave. His mighty hand set free
My wild sea-maid, that could not live
Without her waters' liberty.
And I –To me the fields are dear;
The steadfast earth is home to me.
Yet night by night in dreams I hear
Her spirit call me from the sea.