I DWELL in the sea that is wild and deep, br But afar in a shadow still, br I can see the trees that gather and sleep br In the wood upon the hill. br br The deeps are green as an emerald's face, br The caves are crystal calm, br But I wish the sea were a little trace br Of moisture in God's palm. br br The waves are weary of hiding pearls, br Are aweary of smothering gold, br They would all be air that sweeps and swirls br In the branches manifold. br br They are weary of laving the seaman's eyes br With their passion prayer unsaid, br They are weary of sobs and the sudden sighs br And movements of the dead. br br All the sea is haunted with human lips br Ashen and sere and gray, br You can hear the sails of the sunken ships br Stir and shiver and sway br br In the weary solitude; br If mine were the will of God, the main br Should melt away in the rustling wood br Like a mist that follows the rain. br br But I dwell in the sea that is wild and deep br And afar in the shadow still, br I can see the trees that gather and sleep br In the wood upon the hill.