Poems by Jean Ingelow | ||
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O, I would tell you more, but I am tired;
For I have longed, and I have had my will;
I pleaded in my spirit, I desired:
‘Ah! let me only see him, and be still
All my days after.’
For I have longed, and I have had my will;
I pleaded in my spirit, I desired:
‘Ah! let me only see him, and be still
All my days after.’
Rock, and rock, and rock,
Over the falling, rising watery world,
Sail, beautiful ship, along the leaping main;
The chirping land-birds follow flock on flock
To light on a warmer plain.
White as weaned lambs the little wavelets curled,
Fall over in harmless play,
As these do far away;
Sail, bird of doom, along the shimmering sea,
All under thy broad wings that overshadow thee.
Over the falling, rising watery world,
Sail, beautiful ship, along the leaping main;
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To light on a warmer plain.
White as weaned lambs the little wavelets curled,
Fall over in harmless play,
As these do far away;
Sail, bird of doom, along the shimmering sea,
All under thy broad wings that overshadow thee.
Poems by Jean Ingelow | ||