A SONG FOR MARGARET MIDHURST
Waves white and waves black,
One sail they sent not back.
One sail they sent not back.
Many maidens laughed that tide;
I fell down and sore sighed.
I fell down and sore sighed.
Many mouths I saw kiss;
No man kissed there mine, I wis.
No man kissed there mine, I wis.
Many gat there brooch and glove;
I gat but loss of love.
I gat but loss of love.
I rose and sighed sore;
I set my face from the shore.
I set my face from the shore.
On my fingers fair gold rings,
In my heart bitter things.
In my heart bitter things.
In mine hair combs of pride,
I stood up and sore sighed.
I stood up and sore sighed.
I looked out over sea;
Never a man's eye looked to me.
Never a man's eye looked to me.
I cried out over the tide;
Never a man's mouth on me cried.
Never a man's mouth on me cried.
I came there a goodly thing;
I was full wan ere evening.
I was full wan ere evening.
I came there fresh and red;
I came thence like one dead.
I came thence like one dead.
I came there glad and lief;
I came thence with heart's grief.
I came thence with heart's grief.
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