 | The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley |  |
A LAMENT
Ye waves that sweep the splendid deep,
And crest the ocean gray,
The voice of your eternal woe
Dilates in sorrow, to and fro,
With pulse of broken spray,
And crest the ocean gray,
The voice of your eternal woe
Dilates in sorrow, to and fro,
With pulse of broken spray,
Upraise thy dirge, thou furrowy surge,
Whereon the stormlight glows,
Rock on the shining island side,
And break with foam the crimson pride
Of the half-opened rose.
Whereon the stormlight glows,
Rock on the shining island side,
And break with foam the crimson pride
Of the half-opened rose.
From the grave gate a gust of Fate
Blewn stern at Death's decree;
And underneath its icy power
Lies withered, cold, the loveliest flower,
That used to comfort me.
Blewn stern at Death's decree;
And underneath its icy power
Lies withered, cold, the loveliest flower,
That used to comfort me.
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