Dorothy Una Ratcliffe (Дороти Уна Рэтклифф)

Song of Good-Bye

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!

1. The Song of Nidderdale
2. Saadi and the Rose
3. The Pear-Tree
4. Beggar's Gold
5. Jewels

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