THE ship came sailing, sailing, Into our old town -- My love combed out her golden hair; It fell to the hem of her gown. Oh, my heart, break! No master and no crew was hers, A ship of the dead was she, And sailing, sailing, sailing -- The folk ran out to see. Oh, my heart, break! And first they said nor yea, nor nay; Then some began to weep; And some did count their little lads, As a shepherd counts his sheep. Oh, my heart, break! Oh, sailing, sailing, sailing -- "Whom will it be?" said they; "She never sails to this our town But one doth go away." Oh, my heart, break! "Yea, one will go from this our town And come back nevermore; Whate'er His will, Lord God is good;" Thus I at my love's door. Oh, my heart, break! Thereat I turned into the house And climbed up my love's stair, And called her softly -- through the dusk I saw her golden hair. Oh, my heart, break! Who went away from our old town And came back nevermore? It was my love; she lay there dead Upon the chamber floor. Oh, my heart break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ANNE RUTLEDGE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET: 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PROLOGUE FOR MRS. SUTHERLAND'S BENEFIT NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS |