Charles Kingsley (Чарльз Кингсли)

The Summer Sea

Soft soft wind, from out the sweet south sliding,
Waft thy silver cloud webs athwart the summer sea;
Thin thin threads of mist on dewy fingers twining
Weave a veil of dappled gauze to shade my babe and me.

Deep deep Love, within thine own abyss abiding,
Pour Thyself abroad, O Lord, on earth and air and sea;
Worn weary hearts within Thy holy temple hiding,
Shield from sorrow, sin, and shame my helpless babe and me.

1. The Red King
2. Margaret to Dolcino
3. On the Death of Leopold: King of the Belgians
4. Trehill Well
5. The Delectable Day

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