poetry friday

The Sea Princess
by Katherine Pyle


In a garden of shining sea-weed,
Set round with twisted shells,
Under the deeps of the ocean,
The little sea princess dwells.


Sometimes she sees the shadow
Of a great whale passing by,
Or a white-winged vessel sailing
Between the sea and sky.


Without the palace, her sea-horse
Feeds in his crystal stall,
And fishes, with scales that glisten,
Come leaping forth at her call.


And when the day has faded
From over the lonesome deep,
In a shell as smooth as satin
The princess is rocked to sleep.