A SAILOR'S WIFE
Reading edition
Into port when the sun was setting Rode the ship that bore my love, Over the breakers wildly fretting, Under the skies above. Down to the beach I ran to meet him; He would come as he had said: And he came—in a sailor's coffin, Dead! . . . . . . O the ships of the sea! the lovers Torn by them apart!... The tide has nothing now to tell me, The breakers break my heart!