A POOR girl sat by a tower of the sea All a-wringing of her hands; "Will he never show," says she, "Just as a token, just a glimmer of his ship's lant ... horn?" "Oh, all ye little grains of sand Twist into a rope shall draw his keel Hither. Oh, ye little gulls and terns, Join wings and bear me from this strand To where I'll feel His arms, and find where on the foam his ship is borne." @3A poor girl sat, etc.@1 "Oh, all ye little stars o' the night Come down and cluster in my hair; Oh, bright night-flashes o' the waves Shine round me till I'm all one flame of light. So, far at sea, He'll deem a beacon beckons him to me. ..." @3A poor girl sat nigh a tower of the sea All a-wringing of her hands; "Will he never show," said she, "Just a token, just a glimmer of his ship's lant ... horn?"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS THE INCURABLE; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |