Poems (Eckley)/Sonnet to ——— (As breaks the wave upon the distant shore)
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
S breaks the wave upon the distant shore,
Flinging her crown of spray upon the flower,
Yet rippling to the stones its one lay more,
Ere passing with the voices of the hour;
So farewells uttered through the mist of tears,
Parted as now we are by waves of chance,
Seem sweet; and mem'ry a like music bears,
And calmly ripples through the soul's expanse.
That wave which tunes its octave to the key
Of Love beyond this deep of sighs and tears,
Will break on shores of that eternal sea,—
And even as crystal wave to flow'ret bears
Coolest refreshment in noon's sultriest hour,
Thy love my poet, is my life's sweet dower.
SONNET TO ———
S breaks the wave upon the distant shore,Flinging her crown of spray upon the flower,
Yet rippling to the stones its one lay more,
Ere passing with the voices of the hour;
So farewells uttered through the mist of tears,
Parted as now we are by waves of chance,
Seem sweet; and mem'ry a like music bears,
And calmly ripples through the soul's expanse.
That wave which tunes its octave to the key
Of Love beyond this deep of sighs and tears,
Will break on shores of that eternal sea,—
And even as crystal wave to flow'ret bears
Coolest refreshment in noon's sultriest hour,
Thy love my poet, is my life's sweet dower.