Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
My Grief on the SeaDouglas Hyde (18601949)
From the Irish
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How the waves of it roll!
For they heave between me
And the love of my soul!
To grief and to care,
Will the sea ever waken
Relief from despair?
Would he and I were
In the province of Leinster,
Or County of Clare!
O heart-bitter wound!—
On board of the ship
For America bound.
All last night I lay,
And I flung it abroad
With the heat of the day.
He came from the South;
His breast to my bosom,
His mouth to my mouth.