Still When Daylight.
By Thomas Moore
Still when daylight o'er the wave Bright and soft its farewell gave, I used to hear, while light was falling, O'er the wave a sweet voice calling, Mournfully at distance calling. Ah! once how blest that maid would come, To meet her sea-boy hastening home; And thro' the night those sounds repeating, Hail his bark with joyous greeting, Joyously his light bark greeting. But, one sad night, when winds were high, Nor earth, nor heaven could hear her cry. She saw his boat come tossing over Midnight's wave,--but not her lover! No, never more her lover. And still that sad dream loath to leave, She comes with wandering mind at eve, And oft we hear, when night is falling, Faint her voice thro' twilight calling, Mournfully at twilight calling.
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