Two Songs

I. COME rouse thee, lady fair, The sun is shining brightly, High through the cloudless air The sea-bird roving lightly. Come, from thy lattice look; With many an oar in motion, Boats have the creek forsook, And course the azure ocean. See on the dim waves borne, White distant sails are gliding; Good, on so fair a morn, Is every heart abiding. II. (FOR FISHERMEN.) The waves are rippling on the sand The winds are still, the air is clear; Then gather round, my merry band, We'll hold on shore an hour of cheer. The lord keeps vigil in his hall, The dame in bower or turret high; But meet the merriest mates of all Beneath the summer's starlight sky.