Where we parted in sorrow to meet never more;
The night wind blew cold on my desolate heart,
But colder those wild words of doom “Ye must part!”
O’er the dark heaving waters I sent forth a cry,
Save the wail of those waters there came no reply.
I longed like a bird o’er the billows to flee
From my lone island home and the moan of the sea.
Away—far away—from the wild ocean shore,
Where the waves ever murmur, “No more, never more.”[[1]]
Where I dream ’tis his voice, and then wake but to hear