Fantasia

When I am a sea-flower Under the cool green tide, Where the sunshine slants and quivers, And the quaint, gray fishes glide, I'll shut and sleep at noonday, At night on the waves I'll ride, And see the surf in moonshine Rush on the black rocks' side. When I am a sea-bird, Under the clouds I'll fly, And 'light on a rocking billow Tossing low and high. Safe from the lee-shore's thunder, Mocking the mariner's cry, Drifting away on the tempest, A speck on the sullen sky! When I am a sea-wind, I'll watch for a ship I know, Through the sails and rigging Merrily I will blow. The crew shall be like dead men White with horror and woe; Then I'll sing like a spirit, And let the good ship go.