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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BY THE SEA-SIDE.
Rest here, my heart, nor let us further creep;
Rest for an hour, I shall again be strong,
And make for thee another little song:
Rest here, and look down on the tremulous deep
Where sea-weeds like dead mænad's long locks sweep
Over that dreadful floor of stagnant green,
Stewed with the bones of lovers that have been,
Nor even yet can scarce be said to sleep.
Rest for an hour, I shall again be strong,
And make for thee another little song:
Rest here, and look down on the tremulous deep
Where sea-weeds like dead mænad's long locks sweep
Over that dreadful floor of stagnant green,
Stewed with the bones of lovers that have been,
Nor even yet can scarce be said to sleep.
Beyond that sea, far o'er that wasteful sea,
The sunset she so oft hath seen with me
Flames up with all the arrogances of gold,
Scarlet and purple, while the west-wind falls
Upon us with its deadliest winter-cold;—
Shall we slide down? I think the dear one calls!
The sunset she so oft hath seen with me
Flames up with all the arrogances of gold,
Scarlet and purple, while the west-wind falls
Upon us with its deadliest winter-cold;—
Shall we slide down? I think the dear one calls!
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