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hy beauty calling, ah, for ever-- Till sinks within me the last voice to rest! OH, GO NOT OUT Oh, go not out upon the storm, Go not, my sweet, to Swalchie pool! A witch tho' she be dead may charm Thee and befool. A wild night 'tis! her lover's moan, Down under ooze and salty weed, She'll make thee hear--and then her own! Till thou shalt heed. And it will suck upon thy heart-- The sorcery within her cry-- Till madness out of thee upstart, And rage to die. For him she loved, she laughed to death! And as afloat his chill hand lay, "Ha, ha! to hell I sent his wraith!" Did she not say? And from his finger strive to draw The ring that bound him to her spell? Till on her closed his hand whose awe No curse could quell? Oh, yea! and tho' she struggled pale, Did it not hold her cold and fast, Till crawled the tide o'er rock and swale, To her at last? Down in the pool where she was swept He holds her--Oh, go not a-near! For none has heard her cry but wept And died that year. HUMAN LOVE We, spoke of God and Fate, And of that Life--which some await-- Beyond the grave, "It will be fair," she said, "But love is here! I only crave thy breast Not God's when I am dead. For He nor wants nor needs My little love. But it may be, if I love thee And those whose sorrow daily bleeds, He knows--and somehow heeds!" ASHORE What are the heaths and hills to me? I'm a-longing for the sea! What are the flowers that dapple the dell, And the ripple of swallow-wings over the dusk; What are the church and the folk who tell Their hearts to God?--my heart is a husk! (I'm a-longing for the sea!) Aye! for there is no peace to me-- But on the peaceless sea! Never a child was glad at my knee, And the soul of a woman has never been mine. What can a woman's kisses be?-- I fear to think how her arms would twine. (I'm a-longing for the sea!) So, not a home and ease for me-- But still the homeless sea! Where I may swing my sorrow to sleep In a hammock hung o'er the voice of the waves, Where I may wake when the tempests heap And hurl their hate--and a brave ship saves. (I'
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