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Sea Songs

By W. C. Bennett
 
 
 

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THE WRECKED.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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THE WRECKED.

Where birches bend by Loch Achray,
I see a cottage door;
I see a face so far away,
A gaze I'll glad no more;
A longing look, a fond, fond gaze,
As though its sight could reach
To where I waste my lonely days
Upon this island beach;
Oh! whisper to her, wandering breeze,
A lone heart far away
Breaks to be northward, o'er the seas,
With her by Loch Achray.
Day dies to dark and dark to-day
Before these watching eyes;
How long—for ever must I stay
Beneath these shadeless skies?

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Dumb stirless palms that watch around,
White reefs of foam and roar,
O! Southern sights—O! Southern sound,
That I were North once more!
O! seaward wind, Oh! wing me breeze,
Far from this dimless day,
Through clouded skies, o'er dark drear seas,
To love by Loch Achray.
No sail upon the cloudless deep!
I watch and wait in vain;
Must I for ever watch and weep,
To see a sail again?
O! face that day and night I see,
O! eyes that gaze to mine,
O! heart that prays that I may be
Once more at home and thine.
What sighs from my lone tropic life
Go upward night and day,
That I again may clasp my wife
At home by Loch Achray!