 | Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) |  |
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BELIEVE IN ME.
The ship is waiting; the impatient sails,
Eager to wing their flight across the brine,
With throbbing bosoms woo the enamored gales:
I go;—and, going, take your hand in mine,
And say, “Believe in me!”
Eager to wing their flight across the brine,
With throbbing bosoms woo the enamored gales:
I go;—and, going, take your hand in mine,
And say, “Believe in me!”
I know how widely far and marvellous lands
And heaving seas will stretch between us twain;
I know that years may pass before our hands,
Now closely clasping, shall be clasped again,—
Yet still believe in me.
And heaving seas will stretch between us twain;
I know that years may pass before our hands,
Now closely clasping, shall be clasped again,—
Yet still believe in me.
I know that yonder ocean's mighty strife
Awaits me, with its threatening dangers fraught;
Yet, though the last breath of my struggling life
Go out amid its billows, waver not,
But still believe in me.
Awaits me, with its threatening dangers fraught;
Yet, though the last breath of my struggling life
Go out amid its billows, waver not,
But still believe in me.
I know that glorious scenes will charm my eyes,
And wastes of endless summer tempt my feet;
Yet will my heart turn to these northern skies,
And the snow-tempests, and the rattling sleet,—
Wherefore, believe in me.
And wastes of endless summer tempt my feet;
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And the snow-tempests, and the rattling sleet,—
Wherefore, believe in me.
And you will be transfigured in my sight
By time and distance;—beautiful as a star
Toward which, with love and longing infinite,
I stretch my fond arms vainly from afar.
O love, believe in me!
By time and distance;—beautiful as a star
Toward which, with love and longing infinite,
I stretch my fond arms vainly from afar.
O love, believe in me!
Farewell! Now lay your hand upon my head,
And let it leave a blessing where it lies:
Speak not,—your eyes have left no word unsaid:
It is enough. I will be true and wise,—
Only believe in me!
And let it leave a blessing where it lies:
Speak not,—your eyes have left no word unsaid:
It is enough. I will be true and wise,—
Only believe in me!
| Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) | |