The Sea Horse
by ROBERT GRWES
TENDERLY confide your secret love,
For one who never pledged you less than love,
To this indomitable hippoeump,
Child of jour element, coiled a-ramp,
Having ridden out worse tempests than you know of:
Make much of him in your despair, and shed
Salt tears to bathe his taciturn dry head.
For one who never pledged you less than love,
To this indomitable hippoeump,
Child of jour element, coiled a-ramp,
Having ridden out worse tempests than you know of:
Make much of him in your despair, and shed
Salt tears to bathe his taciturn dry head.