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Sea Ghosts

I long to see the solan-goose
Wing over Ailsa crag
At dusk again—or Girvan gulls at dawn;
To see the osprey grayly glide
The winds of Kamasaig:
For grayness now my heart is set upon.
The grayness of sea-spaces where
There's loneliness alone,
Save for the wings that sweep it with unrest,
Save for the hunger-cries that sound
And die into a moan,
Save for the moaning hunger in my breast.
For grayness is the hue of all
In life that is not lies.
A thousand years of tears are in my heart;
And only in their mystery
Can I be truly wise:
From light and laughter follies only start.
I long to see the mists again
Above the tumbling tide
Of Ailsa, at the coming of the night.
There's weariness and emptiness
And soul unsatisfied
Forever in the places of delight

A Thousand Years Of Tears

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost I

Sea Ghost II

Sea Ghost III

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Adapted from the poem A Sea-Ghost by Cale Young Rice (https://allpoetry.com/A-Sea-Ghost)

Sea Ghost IV

I saw you toss the kites on high,
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like skirts that rustle through the grass.

Chorus
O wind, you sing a wilder song,
A-blowing fierce and free and long!
You hide your face but show your might—
Oh, teach me how to fly tonight!

Verse 2
I felt you push, I heard you call,
Your secrets whispered through the wall.
You move the world but stay unseen,
A ghost in shades of gold and green.

Chorus
O wind, you sing a wilder song,
A-blowing fierce and free and long!
You hide your face but show your might—
Oh, teach me how to fly tonight!

Bridge
Are you the breath of storm-born nights?
Or dawn’s first sigh in fading light?
The sailor’s curse, the seed’s first cry—
The earth’s own voice against the sky?

Chorus
O wind, you sing a wilder song,
A-blowing fierce and free and long!
You hide your face but show your might—
Oh, teach me how to fly tonight!

Outro
O wind... a-blowing all day long...
O wind... that sings so loud a song...
(Whistling melody; soft percussion)

O Wind!

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