 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
SONG ON THE WATER.
I
As mad sexton's bell, tollingFor earth's loveliest daughter,
Night's dumbness breaks rolling
Ghostily:
So our boat breaks the water
Witchingly.
II
As her look the dream troublesOf her tearful-eyed lover,
So our sails in the bubbles
Ghostily
Are mirrored, and hover
Moonily.
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |