Louisa Stuart Costello (Луиза Стюарт Костелло)

Night, on the Sea-Shore

I have fled from all, and none can now
   My way, my wanderings see;
The waters widely round me flow—
   I feel that I am free!


Oh! who can wish for sunny day,
When they may look on that lovely ray—
On the moon so pure, so clear, and fair,
  When no human form is nigh,
When no human voice can startle the air?
  All is silence and secrecy.

No sound but the waters, that, murmuring, move—
No light but the shadowless orb above.
But see! the shadows are gathering fast—
  The clear bright orb is gone:
Alas! no beauty can ever last,
  That e'er I gaze upon!

The waters that sparkled so bright before
Now moan alone the gloomy shore;
And all is dark—as the fate will be
That spreads its cheerless path for me!

1. Medjnoon in His Solitude
2. The Return to Paraclete
3. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
4. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)
5. Song (When others saw thee gay and vain)

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