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Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes


Song from the Waters


Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72

The swallow leaves her nest,
The soul my weary breast;
But therefore let the rain
On my grave
Fall pure; for why complain
Since both will come again
O'er the wave.

The wind dead leaves and snow
Doth hurry to and fro;
And, once, a day shall break
O'er the wave,
When a storm of ghosts shall shake
The dead, until they wake
In the grave. 



Thomas Lovell Beddoes


Thomas Lovell Beddoes's other poems:
  1. The Rosy Hour
  2. Resurrection Song
  3. Song from Torrismond
  4. Song on the Water
  5. Song from the Second Brother


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