I. ERE the twilight bat was flitting, In the sunset, at her knitting, Sang a lonely maiden, sitting Underneath her threshold tree; And, as daylight died before us, And the vesper star shone o'er us, Fitful rose her tender chorus— "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" II. Warmly shone that sunset glowing; Sweetly breathed the young flowers blowing; Earth, with beauty overflowing, Seem'd the home of love to be, As those angel tones ascending, With the scene and season blending, Ever had the same low ending— "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" III. Curfew bells remotely ringing, Mingled with that sweet voice singing; And the last red rays seem'd clinging Lingeringly to tower and tree: Nearer as I came, and nearer, Finer rose the notes, and clearer; O! 'twas Heaven itself to hear her— "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" IV. Blow, ye west winds! blandly hover O'er the bark that bears my lover; Gently blow, and bear him over To his own dear home and me; For, when night winds bend the willow, Sleep forsakes my lonely pillow, Thinking of the foaming billow— "Jamie's on the stormy sea!" V. How could I but list, but linger, To the song, and near the singer, Sweetly wooing Heaven to bring her Jamie from the stormy sea: And, while yet her lips did name me, Forth I sprang—my heart o'ercame me— "Grieve no more, sweet, I am Jamie, Home returned to love and thee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |