Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Sonnet 12. I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves

THE DISDAINED LOVER.

I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves,--
Where thou didst stand in silence and in fear,
For thou wert train'd by custom's haughty slaves,
And love, from such as I, disdain'd to hear;
Yet, with the murmur of the echoing sea,
And the monotonous billows, rolling on,
Were mingled sounds of weeping,--for in thee
All nature was not harden'd into stone:
And from the shore there came a distant chime
From the old village-clock;--ah! since that day,
Like a dull passing-bell each stroke of time
Falls on my heart; and in the ocean spray
A voice of lamentation seems to dwell,
As in that bitter hour of agonised farewell!

1. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
2. Sonnet 4. BE frank with me, and I accept my lot
3. Description of a Lost Friend
4. The Picture of Sappho
5. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept

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