When the Sea Gives Up Her Dead.

Manawatu Standard, Volume IX, Issue 138, 16 May 1885, Page 2

When the Sea Gives Up Her Dead.

lam looking back through Hie days and week^ That lie m "tha sliadowy land of yore, An awaiting sphit stirs and speaks, The spirit of dead years gone before. Speaks with a murmur of mournful sighs, In a voice that carries the Round of tears — And lighting the lamps m its passionate eyea, .. . . , It opens the shroud of buried years The wind isi blowing lip from the world ; • The stars are shining down on the sea; But the wind is bleak anil the light is cold, And 'tis only of pain they speak to me. For the wind once toyed with a silken treß4, And the stars once shone on a saintly face ; And how can a faithful love grow less? Or a new love take the old love's place. The sea is swirling up to ray feet Singing its monody, soft and low; But the song of the sea is deadly sweet-. For I mind how it slew me years ago. We had been parted, I and she, With many a hundred mile between ; And now she was coming across the sea (Oh, the sky was blue and the waves were green !) Coming I—and1 — and vet she never came ! j Meeting — and yet we trje'fc no more ! She libnnJ me not when I culled her name, Th»>u«4[U the dead might havo hoard vie on that sluue. Oh, love, though my «yea lint dimly SOP, Thcro is hope m my pathway whom I tread, That oviT Llii! hsi ih-m wilt sail to me In t.li<» <!.-ty when tlio sm .vji^t's up her dead.