Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | From The Churchyard on the Sands |
Lord De Tabley (1835–1895) |
| | | MY 1 Love lies in the gates of foam, | |
| The last dear wreck of shore: | |
| The naked sea-march binds her home, | |
| The sand her chamber door. | |
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| The grey gull flaps the written stones, | 5 |
| The ox-birds chase the tide: | |
| And near that narrow field of bones | |
| Great ships at anchor ride … | |
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| In peace the swallow’s eggs are laid | |
| Along the belfry walls; | 10 |
| The tempest does not reach her shade, | |
| The rain her silent halls … | |
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| Strong and alone, my Dove, with thee; | |
| And tho’ mine eyes be wet, | |
| There ’s nothing in the world to me | 15 |
| So dear as my regret … | |
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| Sleep and forget all things but one, | |
| Heard in each wave of sea,— | |
| How lonely all the years will run | |
| Until I rest by thee. | 20 |
| | | Note 1. De Tabley. From The churchyard on the sands. ‘Poems Dram. & Lyrical’. Lane, 1893, p. 82. [back] | | |
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