“It will not be for long, love!” murmurs she;
But whether meeting hence shall be forbidden
As yet remains a secret of the sea!
The years pass onward, but no tidings reach her
Of him who still is to her brave heart dear;
But, hoping still, she prays that Hope may teach her
To bear the burthen of her growing fear.
She trusts to his last words, despairing never,
“Your promise, love, you yet will keep to me!”
But whether now his lips are hushed for ever