WHEN THE SEA GIVES UP HER DEAD.

Auckland Star, Volume XXVI, Issue 121, 30 May 1885, Page 5

WHEN THE SEA GIVES UP HER DEAD.

I am looking back through tho days and weeks That lie in tho shadowy land of yore; An awaiting spirit stirs nnd spenks, The spirit of dead years gone before. Speaks with a murmur of mournful, sigh?, In a voice that carries tho sound of tears— And lighting the lamps in its passionate eyes, It opens the shroud of the buried years. The wind is blowing up from tho world, And stars aro shining down on tho sou. But the wind is bleak and the light ia cold. And 'tis only of pain they speak to me. For the wind once toyed with a silken tress. And the stars once shone on a saintly face; And how can a faithful lovo grow less. Or a new love take the old love's place.' The sea is swirling up to my foet Singing its monody, soft and low; But the song of the sea is deadly sweet, For I mind how it slew mc years ago. We had been parted. I and she. With many a hundred mile between ; And now B_e was coming across the sea (Oh: tho sky was blue and the waves were green I) Coming—and yet she never came! Meeting—and yet we met no more! She heard me not when I called her name, Though the tlead might havo heard mo on that shore. Oh. love, though my eves but dimly sec, There is hopu in my pathway whore 1 trcuil, That over the sea thou wilt sail io mc In tho day when the sea gives up her dead. --"The-Argosy."