Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (Элизабет Элеонор Сиддал)

Shepherd Turned Sailor

Now Christ ye save yon bonny shepherd
Sailing on the sea;
Ten thousand souls are sailing there
But they belong to Thee.
If he is lost then all is lost
And all is dead to me.

My love should have a grey head-stonee
And green moss at his feet
And clinging grass above his breast
Whereon his lambs could bleat,
And I should know the span of earth
Where some day I might sleep.

1. The Passing of Love
2. Gone
3. Worn Out
4. Early Death
5. A Silent Wood

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