Christian Milne (Крисчен Милн)

The Shipwreck

See! Round yon rock the bellowing waves
In quick succession spread!
Their dashing spray the summit laves;
While Anna , wretched maid!
With mournful voice and streaming eyes-
'o god! Preserve my love'-now cries,
'from 'mid the shipwreck'd dead!'

But William's bark, with furious bound,
Is from her anchor torn!
The shiv'red masts, with crashing sound,
O'er her smooth sides are borne!
The groaning hull, with bursting shock,
See! Rudely dash'd against the rock
Where stands the maid forlorn!

Mark Anna's grief! 'Tis now despair!
Her tears refuse to flow!
Her eyes are fix'd, with frantic stare,
Upon the wreck below!
Behold! The parting surge displays
Her dying lover to her gaze,
In agonizing throe!!

'and is it thus , my William dear,
that we are doom'd to meet!'
Hear Anna say-'so very near
our tranquil, lov'd retreat!
you shall not long for Anna stay;
you've been a tedious time away-
'twill make our meeting sweet!'

This said-on William's wat'ry grave
Hard gazing as before,
His corpse, upon a coming wave,
She sees approach the shore!
The rock she leaps! And, in his arms,
Quick yielding to grim death her charms,
She sinks!-to rise no more!!

1. On Buonaparte's Coronation
2. Written in a State of Suspence
3. On a Blank Leaf of the Bible
4. Written in September, 1804
5. To My Husband, on the Return of Our Wedding Day

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