The Streets In The Sea

Have you seen the streets in the sea?
The streets with no houses to bound them,
And only the wavelets around them
Yet running as straight as can be,
White in the blue,
Parallel too,
Stretching afar
Over the bar,
Out to the islands and far away
Beyond the curve of the sheltering bay—
Have you seen the streets in the sea?
Who walks on these mystical streets?
The breezes go racing along them,
The dreams of maidenhood throng them,
And fancy with fancy meets,
Daintily gay,
One with the day,
Dancing along
Swept by a song
Out to a distant, shadowy shore,
And they will come back to us nevermore
Along the streets of the sea.