6 MAY 1905, Page 17

POE TRY.

THE SEA-CAPTAIN.

I AN in love with the sea, but I do not trust her yet; The tall ships she has slain are ill to forget : Their sails were white in the morning, their masts were split by noon ; The sun has seen them perish, and the stars, and the moon.

As a man loves a woman, so I love the sea, And even as my desire of her is her desire of me: When we meet after parting, we put away regret, Like lover joined with lover; but I do not trust her yet.