The Vision

The Sea seems strangely calm tonight,
Despite the haunting site
Of grey-white fog ascending high
Into the unseen night.

The lighthouse beacon burns its way
To Spirit Ships unbound.
While somewhere through the mist I hear
The foghorns lonely sound . . .

Walking slowly on the beach
With raptured heart I see
A vision drifing o'er the waves,

Drawing nearer me.

Elation is a sorry word
For what I felt within.
I thought I saw my one true love
Come sailing 'round the rim.

Sad to say, the sight I saw
soon drifted far away.
'Twas just a ghost within the fog
That led my heart astray.