 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary with introduction and notes |  |
FEARS.
Fold me closer to thy bosom,
Let me feel thy clasping hand;
Wilder grows the night, and drearer—
Shall we never reach the land?
Let me feel thy clasping hand;
Wilder grows the night, and drearer—
Shall we never reach the land?
Thrice from dreams of broken slumber
Have I started in affright;
On the shore I never trembled
As I tremble here to-night.
Have I started in affright;
On the shore I never trembled
As I tremble here to-night.
Nay, 't is not the haunting beauty
Of some lovely vision gone—
But the watches wear so heavy;
Leave me, leave me not alone!
Of some lovely vision gone—
But the watches wear so heavy;
Leave me, leave me not alone!
Yes, I know the waves are calmer,
And the sky has lost its frown,
But the sharp reefs, ere the morning
We may strike them, and go down!
And the sky has lost its frown,
But the sharp reefs, ere the morning
We may strike them, and go down!
Said you that the dawn is breaking,
With its gray uncertain light?
Look! I dare not trust my vision—
Are the cliffs of home in sight?
With its gray uncertain light?
Look! I dare not trust my vision—
Are the cliffs of home in sight?
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Hush! I cannot, listening eager,
Hear the heavy billows roar;
We are standing in still water—
We are nearing to the shore!
Hear the heavy billows roar;
We are standing in still water—
We are nearing to the shore!
Yes, above us, streaming seaward,
Shine the red lights of the tower;
We are anchored—we are mooring—
God be praised for such an hour!
Shine the red lights of the tower;
We are anchored—we are mooring—
God be praised for such an hour!
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