Poems and Essays By the late William Caldwell Roscoe. (Edited with a Prefatory Memoir, by his Brother-in-law, Richard Holt Hutton) |
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FOR EVER.
Thrice with her lips she touched my lips,
Thrice with her hand my hand,
And three times thrice looked towards the sea,
But never to the land:
Then, “Sweet,” she said, “no more delay,
For Heaven forbids a longer stay.”
Thrice with her hand my hand,
And three times thrice looked towards the sea,
But never to the land:
Then, “Sweet,” she said, “no more delay,
For Heaven forbids a longer stay.”
I, with my passion in my heart,
Could find no words to waste;
But striving often to depart,
I strained her to my breast:
Her wet tears washed my weary cheek;
I could have died, but could not speak.
Could find no words to waste;
But striving often to depart,
I strained her to my breast:
Her wet tears washed my weary cheek;
I could have died, but could not speak.
The anchor swings, the sheet flies loose,
And, bending to the breeze,
The tall ship, never to return,
Flies through the foaming seas:
Cheerily, ho! the sailors cry;—
My sweet love lessening in my eye.
And, bending to the breeze,
The tall ship, never to return,
Flies through the foaming seas:
Cheerily, ho! the sailors cry;—
My sweet love lessening in my eye.
O Love, turn towards the land thy sight!
No more peruse the sea;
Our God, who severs thus our hearts,
Shall surely care for thee:
For me let waste-wide ocean swing,
I too lie safe beneath His wing.
No more peruse the sea;
Our God, who severs thus our hearts,
Shall surely care for thee:
For me let waste-wide ocean swing,
I too lie safe beneath His wing.
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