His Lady of the Sonnets

by Robert Winkworth Norwood

A REVERY

The green sea surges up to land;
I feel its salt breath on my cheek;
In deep-throated tones it seems to speak
As it falls thundering, seething on the sand.

The wild gulls circling sweep and cry;
A thin mist veils the crimson west;
The great, red sun sinks swiftly down to rest;
A dying flame crawls flickering up the sky.

Deep darkness, and the sullen boom
Of sea receding into dark;
I hear a faint, "Hoy, heave hoy!" I mark
A vessel's lights that pierce the gloom.

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Night! and remoteness of the stars;
Vast, unrevealed infinitude
Of ocean, and the interlude
Of sobbing from the sandy bars!

GOOD-BYE

Dear, and dark, and tall
Lady of my heart,
Summer roses fall
Now that we must part!

What has happened, dear?
All the flowers are dead!
Since you are not near,
Laughter, too, is fled.