The boat of her lover swift skimming the wave, And hastening all quickly he clambered the steep Like a lily her cheeks with heart-sorrow, and wan With her anguish and grief. But, now, the bright flush All over her face was suffused, and her eyes, New lit by the light that came into her soul, Beamed their welcome to Ethwuld; showing her heart, At that exquisite moment, all bare to his gaze. No tongue-knowledge seeking; nor staying for word, He kissed her in passionate fervour, and led Her away to the sea. And the soft summer wind Full well knew it bore on its wings a new bride To Heorta's wild shore. And the sea-birds saw, As they wheeled in the air in wonderful flight, And told it the rocks rising out of the wave, That the fisherman's bride was come to her home. THE STORM I THE storm without is wild and strong, The rain in torrents beats Upon the panes, and all along The dark deserted streets. II But for the dismal noise of winds, Each gust some unseen crevice finds III There would be stillness everywhere, For not a soul is seen; No children's voices fill the air; All wears a woeful mien. P IV The sparrows too, are mute and still, The house-tops all around. V And many a little nest this night Ere morning brings its cold, grey light, VI And many a mariner this day, He's seen the like before. VII And many a ship that's sailed away And left behind the broad, smooth bay, Will never see the light. |