On The Shore

" Going away," I think you saiti ? "With never a word for me ; Going away, snel I turu ray hcad In v;üii, tor the sun in the west is dead All doud 011 the darkling sca. Why did he leavcmc )lko tliis? God knoTps Weary, I tliink of his love ; He left me a kiss and a new plucked rose, And I - for lancy's sake, 1 suppose - Gave kim my violet glove. The ships sail over the seas, I know Too far for a malden's siglit, The ships sail on, the strong windsblow, And - some to the lands of the oriënt go, And some to the starless night ! I look, and over the waves afar The white fsails flisker and gleam, And the ship rides gaily over the bar ! But the niglit is black with liever a star, Aud my heart is sad with its dream. Only tbc dim of the sca's far strand, Only the dark I see ; For he left me here by the trodden sand, With only a rose In my little hand, And never a word for me !