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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Sands of Dee

By Charles Kingsley (1819–1875)

“O MARY, go and call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

Across the sands of Dee:”

The western wind was wild and dank wi’ foam,

And all alone went she.

The western tide crept up along the sand,

And o’er and o’er the sand,

And round and round the sand,

As far as eye could see:

The rolling mist came down and hid the land,

And never home came she.

“Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—

A tress o’ golden hair,

A drownèd maiden’s hair,

Above the nets at sea?”

Was ne’er a salmon yet that shone so fair

Among the stakes on Dee.

They rowed her in across the rolling foam,

The cruel crawling foam,

The cruel hungry foam,

To her grave beside the sea:

But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home,

Across the sands of Dee!