My Grief on the Sea
My grief on the sea,
How the waves of it roll!
For they heave between me
And the love of my soul !
Abondoned, forsaken,
To grief and to care,
Will the sea ever waken
Relief from despair?
My grief and my trouble !
Would he and I were
In the province of Leinster
Or the county of Clare.
Were I and my darling--
Oh, heart-bitter wound!--
On board of the ship
For America bound.
On a green bed of rushes
All last night I lay
And I flung it abroad
With the heat of the day.
And my love came behind me--
He came from the South;
His breast to my bosom.
His mouth to my mouth.
~~Unknown