The Sea Princess

THE SEA PRINCESS In a palace of pearl and sea-weed, Set round with shining shells, Under the deeps of the ocean, The little Sea Princess dwells. Sometimes she sees the shadows Of great whales passing by, Or white-winged vessels sailing Between the sea and sky. And when through the waves she rises, Beyond the breakers’ roar, She hears the shouts of the children At play on the sandy shore. Or sees the ships’ sides tower Above like a wet, black wall; Or shouts to the roaring breakers, And answers the sea-gull’s call. But, down in the quiet waters, Better she loves to play, Making a sea-weed garden— Purple and green and gray; Stringing with pearls a necklace, Or learning curious spells From the water-witch, gray and ancient, And hearing the tales she tells. Out in the stable her sea-horse Champs in his crystal stall; And fishes with scales that glisten Come leaping forth at her call. So the little Sea Princess Is busy and happy all day, Just as the human children Are busy and happy at play. And when the darkness gathers Over the lonely deep, On a bed of velvet sea-weed The Princess is rocked to sleep.