Summer Fairy Poem of the Day

THE CHANGELING
'
AHOY, and ahoy!'
'Twixt mocking and merry
'
Ahoy and ahoy, there,
Young man of the ferry !
'
She stood on the steps
In the watery gloom
That Changeling
'
Ahoy, there !
'
She called him to come.
He came on the green wave,
He came on the grey,
Where stooped that sweet lady
That still summer's day.
He fell in a dream
Of her beautiful face,
As she sat on the thwart,
And smiled in her place.
No echo his oar woke,
Float silent did they,
Past low-grazing cattle
In the sweet of the hay.

And still in a dream
At her beauty sat he,
Drifting stern foremost
Down down to the sea.
Come you, then : call,
When the twilight apace
Brings shadow to brood
On the loveliest face ;
You shall hear o'er the water
Ring faint in the grey
'
Ahoy, and ahoy, there !
'
And tremble away ;
'
Ahoy, and ahoy ! . . .
'
And tremble away.