Twenty winters
Bleach and tear the ragged shore she views.
Twenty seasons;—
Never has one brought her any news.
Still her dim eyes silently
Chase the white sail o’er the sea:
Hopeless, faithless,
Hannah’s at the window, binding shoes.
Twenty winters
Bleach and tear the ragged shore she views.
Twenty seasons;—
Never has one brought her any news.
Still her dim eyes silently
Chase the white sail o’er the sea:
Hopeless, faithless,
Hannah’s at the window, binding shoes.