WITH THE TIDE.
The tide went out with a sob and a sigh— Speak low, my dear, speak low— Without word or tear was their last good-bye j Yet hearts may break although eyes be dry— Speak low, my dear, speak low. What’s for a woman except to wait— Winds are wild and nights are dark; Love’s a fever that's fiercer than hate. It burned in her veins from early till late— Winds are wild and nights are dark. She watched the waves in their ebb and flow— Life is long to a waiting heart— And dreamed the story she dared not know All the dreary day till the sun was low— Life is long to a waiting heart. And one gray dawn when the cold night died— Speak low, my dear, speak low— An empty boat reached the old pier side ; And a girl’s soul fled with the outward tide— Speak low, my dear, speak low. —Anon.
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Evening Star, Issue 10510, 31 December 1897, Page 3 (Supplement)
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158WITH THE TIDE. Evening Star, Issue 10510, 31 December 1897, Page 3 (Supplement)
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