Can doov deelish, beside the sea I stand and stretch my hands to thee Across the world. The riderless horses race to shore With thundering hoofs and shuddering, hoar, Blown manes uncurled, Can doov deelish, I cry to thee Beyond the world, beneath the sea, Thou being dead. Where hast thou hidden, from the beat Of crushing hoofs and tearing feet, Thy dear black head? God bless the woman, whoever she be, From the tossing waves will recover thee And lashing wind. Who will take thee out of the wind and storm, Dry thy wet face on her bosom warm And lips so kind? I not to know. It is hard to pray, But I shall for this woman from day to day, "Comfort my dead, The sports of the winds and the play of the sea." I loved thee too well for this thing to be, O dear black head! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEP by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ACT 5 (MIDNIGHT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER THE GLORY OF ISRAEL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 12 by BLISS CARMAN BEAUTY OF LIFE by MARY MILES COLVIN |