Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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A Storm at Sea.
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LXIV.
A Storm at Sea.
The heavens are dark, the storm is loud;
Our ship is on the sea:
Nought can dispel my spirit's cloud
Except the thoughts of thee.
Our ship is on the sea:
Nought can dispel my spirit's cloud
Except the thoughts of thee.
While sailing on thro' storms and clouds,
O'er Chili's dark, blue waters,
How sweet is the thought of Scotland's woods,
And its glens, and its lovely daughters!—
O'er Chili's dark, blue waters,
How sweet is the thought of Scotland's woods,
And its glens, and its lovely daughters!—
To sing the soft melody which awakes
The scenery of our youth,
Recalling our native glens and lakes
In the climes of the sunny south.
The scenery of our youth,
Recalling our native glens and lakes
In the climes of the sunny south.
I love to prolong the shadowy dream
Of summer branches shaking
Their thick green leaves in the rustling breeze,
Where the waterfall is breaking—
Of summer branches shaking
Their thick green leaves in the rustling breeze,
Where the waterfall is breaking—
The lingering sleep in the woodland couch,
Where the dewy grass is springing,
With daisies mingled bent down with dew,—
Springs, fragrance round them flinging.
Where the dewy grass is springing,
With daisies mingled bent down with dew,—
Springs, fragrance round them flinging.
How sweet the dream! But, ah! 'tis broke:
The storm turns louder and darker;
The ship is shivering 'neath its shock,
And my heart is with Susan Barker.
The storm turns louder and darker;
The ship is shivering 'neath its shock,
And my heart is with Susan Barker.
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