Calais Sands

A thousand knights have reind their steeds     To watch this line of sand-hills run,     Along the never silent Strait,     To Calais glittering in the sun:     To look toward Ardres Golden Field     Across this wide arial plain,     Which glows as if the Middle Age     Were gorgeous upon earth again.     Oh, that to share this famous scene     I saw, upon the open sand,     Thy lovely presence at my side,     Thy shawl, thy look, thy smile, thy hand!     How exquisite thy voice would come,     My darling, on this lonely air!     How sweetly would the fresh sea-breeze     Shake loose some lock of soft brown hair!     But now my glance but once hath roved     Oer Calais and its famous plain;     To Englands cliffs my gaze is turnd,     Oer the blue Strait mine eyes I strain.     Thou comest! Yes, the vessels cloud     Hangs dark upon the rolling sea!     Oh that yon seabirds wings were mine     To win one instants glimpse of thee!     I must not spring to grasp thy hand,     To woo thy smile, to seek thine eye;     But I may stand far off, and gaze,     And watch thee pass unconscious by,     And spell thy looks, and guess thy thoughts,     Mixt with the idlers on the pier.     Ah, might I always rest unseen,     So I might have thee always near!     To-morrow hurry through the fields     Of Flanders to the storied Rhine!     To-night those soft-fringed eyes shall close     Beneath one roof, my queen! with mine.