Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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(PORTOBELLO, NEAR EDINBURGH, 1851.) |
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(PORTOBELLO, NEAR EDINBURGH, 1851.)
There was a gathered stillness in the room,Only the breathing of the great sea rose
From far off, aiding that profound repose,
With regular pulse and pause within the gloom
Of twilight, as if some impending doom
Was now approaching;—I sat moveless there,
Watching with tears and thoughts that were like prayer,
Till the hour struck,—the thread dropped from the loom;
And the Bark passed in which freed souls are borne.
The dear stilled face lay there; that sound forlorn
Continued; I rose not, but long sat by:—
And now my heart oft hears that sad seashore,
When she is in the far-off land, and I
Wait the dark sail returning yet once more.
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