When The Wind Was Low When the wind is low, and the sea is soft, And the far heart-lightning plays On the rim of the west where dark clouds nest On a darker bank of haze; When I lean o'er the rail with you that I love And gaze to my heart's content; I know that the heavens are there above ~ But you are my firmament. When the phospher-stars are thrown from the bow And the watch climbs up the shroud; When the dim mast dips as the vessel slips Through the foam that seethes aloud; I know that the years of our life are few, And fain as a bird to flee, That time is as brief as a drop of dew ~ But you are my Eternity. ~ Cale Young Rice ~ |