The Coming of the Ship. [Louisville Courier-Journal.]

Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1836, 12 April 1884, Page 6 (Supplement)

The Coming of the Ship. [Louisville Courier-Journal.]

" When my ship comes in from sea," I said, " When my ship comes in from sea ;" The pearls shall twine round my love's fair head, And her mantle of silk shall be ; But now she wreathes with the ro3es red The bright locks waving free. " When my ship comes in from sea," I cried, Oh ' so far away and dim 5 I shall see it float o'er the waters wide Toward the sands with their silver rim 5 And my love shall watch it, by my side, As it shines on the water's biiru. When my ship comes in from the sea at last, And the warm light gilds it o'er, The stars shall shimmer above the mast, As the moon shines over the shore, Whilst the sorrows and cares of the gloomy past Shall vanish for evermore. Oh ! fair will the bloom of the evening fall Athwart the lonesome land ; Sweet voices out of that ship shall call, Like bugles across the sand j And my love shall shine like a star in the hale, With gems on her wrist and hand. When my ship comes in all the lutes shall wake, To bring joy home again ; Oh ! songs shall fall as a rose doth shake Its leaves in tho silver rain, And strains unfold as a bloom doth break Through the covers its plushes stain. Oh ' all the casements shall gleam and glow Like stars in the Suinmet Jeep ; Like rainy ruts in the road below, Where the red of the sunset sleeps ; Like Alpine summits, when o'er the sun The flush of the dawning creeps. Oh ! my love and Ito those songs shall list In that hall where the feasters sup ; As the strains unfold like a golden mist, Or as wine in a crystal cup, Sweeter than flowers thy soft winds kiased, When the white moon drifted up. All this I said as beside the shore I waited to greet mine own, And scanned the horizon o'er and o'er Where it flamed like an opal stone ; But my fair love came to the sands no more, But pined 111 her bower above. Oh ! the ship came in at the evening fall, But the pearls and the jewels rare I cast at her feet, and the funeral pall Was the silk that she' might not wear ; So she'd know the ship come in after all, J Should she waken and find them there, jtf