THE SORROW OF THE SEA.
It is not storm nor calm, but yesterday I’he wild winds leapt in sudden thunder down ; Shook the dark waters into starry spray. And thrilled the soul of many a seaside town. Ah, cruel are the angry tides that drown ; They kill, yet cast ashore their tender prey ; Tossing it carelessly as seaweed blown — Heedless of lovers young and parents gray. But now remorse is here ! The ponderous wave I pcoils full wearily its snowy crest— Of after brooding, not of Passion, slave I — Lit by the low slant yellow of the West. Unquiet grave ! Thyself without a grave— Till there be no more sea—in foam—at rest !
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 28, 15 July 1893, Page 666
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112THE SORROW OF THE SEA. New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 28, 15 July 1893, Page 666
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