Norseman's Wife
NORSEMAN’S WIFE
Mist holds the river in grey wreaths soft,
Longboat grounded and men wade.
Into the dull white nothing aloft
Half the sail starts to fade.
Whales blow in the misty swells
Grey and enormous they dive and sing.
O, for a hilly flood of bluebells
And a wife’s hair soft in the spring.
As she works with the sheep
And the lambs just new,
She gazes out to the deep,
Singing softly into the morning blue.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2017
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