Come!

From an island of the sea

Sounds a voice that summons me, -

"Turn thy prow, sailor, come

With the wind home!"

Sweet o'er the rainbow foam,

Sweet in the treetops, "Come,

Co-ral, cliff, and watery sand,

Sea-wave to land!

"Droop not thy lids at night,

Furl not thy sails from flight!..."

Cease, cease, above the wave,

Deep as the grave!

O, what voice of the salt sea

Calls me so insistently?

Echoes, echoes, night and day,

"Come, come away!"