Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Meditation upon a Starlit Northern Sea
The sea is black, the sky is midnight blue
The crowning moon and her cold, pendant stars
Call color to fall upon the shoreline sand and snow
And too upon a silent Dreamer who stands
A silent Dreamer privileged to view this scene
Who stands upon this mysterious Arctic shore
To place for us our hopes beneath the stars
And yield them to the mysteries of the night
The sea is black, the sky is midnight blue
And the silent Dreamer is who else but…?
