Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/Pride

by Andrew Findlay Underhill

PRIDE.

FAR up the skies, on a golden throne,
 She sits in her regal pride;
And far—far down in a night of moan,
By a surfless sea, with my thoughts, alone,
 I watch by the bitter tide.

But the dim infinities which lie
 Betwixt her love and me,
Not even my love, which could never die,
Shall overcome; so I'll laugh and cry,
 "So ho!" as I drink of the sea.