LOST AT SEA
by: Danske Dandridge (1854-1914)
- H, many a time I have wept by
night,
- I have moaned with the moaning sea,
- When the dear lost eyes of my dead delight
- Looked out of her depths on me.
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- And many a time when the sea was calm,
- And the moon was lying there,
- I have caught the gleam of a snowy arm,
- And the glimmer of flowing hair.
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- But I would I had died when the ship went down
- That was bringing my love to me,
- When my hope, and my heart, and my all went down
- To the heart of the heaving sea.
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- How she moans all night for the cruel deed;
- She moans, for she cannot rest;
- And she cradles my bride with the brown sea-weed
- In the swell of her troubled breast.
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- How she sucks my life with her sobbing breath,
- How she draws me with her spell,
- Till I know that at last I shall sink in death
- Where the coiled sea-serpents dwell.
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- Then my spirit will haste to her resting-place,
- As she lies on the wreck-strewn floor;
- I will shelter my love in a close embrace
- Till the sea shall be no more.
"Lost at Sea" is reprinted
from Joy and Other Poems. Danske Dandridge. New York:
G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1900. |
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