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THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.'
THE sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
Great are the sea and the heaven;
Thou little, youthful maiden,
From the German of HEINE.
'WHEN STARS ARE IN THE QUIET SKIES.'
WHEN stars are in the quiet skies,
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.
For thoughts, like waves that glide by night,
Mine earthly love lies hush'd in light
There is an hour when angels keep
Familiar watch o'er men,
When coarser souls are wrapped in sleep –
Sweet spirit, meet me then.
There is an hour when holy dreams
The thoughts of thee too sacred are
My angel and my dream!
E. L. BULWer.
'BY THE MARGENT OF THE SEA.'
By the margent of the sea
I would rear myself a home;
On the edges of their foam.
My grasses should be ocean-weeds,
And my blossoms should be shells,
Washed from ocean's deepest cells
Up and down the paven sand I would tramp, while Day's great lamp Rose or set, on sea and land; Through a sea of vapors dark, Glimmering, like a burning bark, Drifting o'er its yawning tomb, With a red and lurid gloom! Seldom should its wake of gold On the waters be unrolled; Seldom its sister, chaste and white, Lift her silver veil of light: Neither wholly dark, nor bright, Gray by day, and gray by night That's the light for me By the margent of the sea!
From my window, when I rose
In the morning, I would mark The gray sea in its endless throes, And many a bark !
Brooding o'er the pallid sails,
That are naught to me and mine, I would conjure up the gales,
Soon to draggle them in brine: Then, my cloak about my face, Up and down the sands I'd pace, Making foot-prints for the spray To wash away.
Waves might break along the shore,
Not for me, that hear aghast,
Which, in youth, went down with me!
What cares any one in pain?
Are not tears still wrung from me? Woe is me! and all in vain; Falling faster than the rain, In the sea!
But they would be over then,
And I would no longer weep; Grief is for the sea of men;
By God's ocean it must sleep! Happy, happy would I be,
By the margent of the sea!
Up and down the barren beaches;
Out along the horns of sand;