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.




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