The Loveless Sea
Source: Thomas Thornely, London Mercury XIX (110), December 1928.
The Deep that lieth under
Spoke to the realms above—
“My works abound in wonder
But yours are crowned with love.
“Trust not that ancient story,
Love rose not from the sea,
In heaven she sits in glory,
O’er earth she wanders free,
“But through my wastes of water
Her footsteps never stray,
Though seas run red with slaughter,
She chides not them that slay.
“I nursed life’s rude beginnings,
On earth transformed they grow,
To count among their winnings
The Love I ne’er may know.
“There, even the tigress mother
Will die her young to save;
Heaven’s birds love one another;
Nought loves beneath the wave.”