SONG OF GOOD-BYE
Reading edition
The ship is speeding fast from out the bay, Instead of thine, I feel a kiss of spray; My face is lashed by salt winds from the sea, My eyes are wet with parting now from thee. O Husband Sweetheart! send to me a thought— Some loving word, perchance my lips have taught!
The evening fades to purple, darkly blue, The air is chill, a few white stars creep through The steely buckler of the northern sky; One lonely sound recurs—a sew-mew's cry. O Husband Sweetheart! send thy heart to me Across this tireless, surging, tossing sea!
To-night we're severed, many miles apart: I wonder, canst thou rest, my Dearest Heart? In Court of Dreams perhaps we'll briefly meet And kiss upon the Borderland of Sleep. O Husband Sweetheart! say for me a prayer— God give you peace, and have you in His care!
OFF THE YORKSHIRE COAST.