Through Time and Bitter Distance
Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore. The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine May freeze, and still, and bind the waves at war, Ere you will ever know, O! Heart of mine, That I have sought, reflected in the blue Of these sea depths, some shadow of your eyes; Have hoped the laughing waves would sing of you, But this is all my starving sight descries - I Far out at sea a sail Bends to the freshening breeze, Yields to the rising gale That sweeps the seas; II Yields, as a bird wind-tossed, To saltish waves that fling Their spray, whose rime and frost Like crystals cling III To canvas, mast and spar, Till, gleaming like a gem, She sinks beyond the far Horizon's hem. IV Lost to my longing sight, And nothing left to me Save an oncoming night, - An empty sea.
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