Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
30 While the breast needeth rest may these gray old temples last, Bright prophets of the future, as preachers of the past! OVER THE SEA. Sad eyes! why are ye steadfastly gazing Over the sea? Is it the flock of the ocean-shepherd grazing Like lambs on the lea?-- Is it the dawn on the orient billows blazing Allureth ye? Sad heart! why art thou tremblingly beating-- What troubleth thee? There where the waves from the fathomless water come greeting, Wild with their glee! Or rush from the rocks, like a routed battalion retreating, Over the sea! Sad feet! why are ye constantly straying Down by the sea? There, where the winds in the sandy harbour are playing Child-like and free, What is the charm, whose potent enchantment obeying, There chaineth ye? O! sweet is the dawn, and bright are the colours it glows in, Yet not to me! To the beauty of God's bright creation my bosom is frozen! Nought can I see, Since she has departed--the dear one, the loved one, the chosen, Over the sea! Pleasant it was when the billows did struggle and wrestle, Pleasant to see! Pleasant to climb the tall cliffs where the sea birds nestle, When near to thee! Nought can I now behold but the track of thy vessel Over the sea!
31 Long as a Lapland winter, which no pleasant sunlight cheereth, The summer shall be Vainly shall autumn be gay, in the rich robes it weareth, Vainly for me! No joy can I feel till the prow of thy vessel appeareth Over the sea! Sweeter than summer, which tenderly, motherly bringeth Flowers to the bee; Sweeter than autumn, which bounteously, lovingly flingeth Fruits on the tree, Shall be winter, when homeward returning, thy swift vessel wingeth Over the sea! OH! HAD I THE WINGS OF A BIRD. Oh! had I the wings of a bird, To soar through the blue, sunny sky, By what breeze would my pinions be stirred? To what beautiful land should I fly? Would the gorgeous East allure, With the light of its golden eyes, Where the tall green palm, over isles of balm, Waves with its feathery leaves? Ah! no! no! no! I heed not its tempting glare; In vain should I roam from my island home, For skies more fair! Should I seek a southern sea, Italia's shore beside, Where the clustering grape from tree to tree Hangs in its rosy pride? My truant heart, be still, For I long have sighed to stray Through the myrtle flowers of fair Italy's bowers. By the shores of its southern bay. But no! no! no!
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While the breast needeth rest may these gray old temples last,<br />
Bright prophets of the future, as preachers of the past!<br />
OVER THE SEA.<br />
Sad eyes! why are ye steadfastly gazing<br />
Over the sea?<br />
Is it the flock of the ocean-shepherd grazing<br />
Like lambs on the lea?--<br />
Is it the dawn on the orient billows blazing<br />
Allureth ye?<br />
Sad heart! why art thou tremblingly beating--<br />
What troubleth thee?<br />
There where the waves from the fathomless water come greeting,<br />
Wild with their glee!<br />
Or rush from the rocks, like a routed battalion retreating,<br />
Over the sea!<br />
Sad feet! why are ye constantly straying<br />
Down by the sea?<br />
There, where the winds in the sandy harbour are playing<br />
Child-like and free,<br />
What is the charm, whose potent enchantment obeying,<br />
There chaineth ye?<br />
O! sweet is the dawn, and bright are the colours it glows in,<br />
Yet not to me!<br />
To the beauty of God's bright creation my bosom is frozen!<br />
Nought can I see,<br />
Since she has departed--the dear one, the loved one, the chosen,<br />
Over the sea!<br />
Pleasant it was when the billows did struggle and wrestle,<br />
Pleasant to see!<br />
Pleasant to climb the tall cliffs where the sea birds nestle,<br />
When near to thee!<br />
Nought can I now behold but the track of thy vessel<br />
Over the sea!
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