Etchings in Verse (Underhill)/Song

by Andrew Findlay Underhill

SONG.

OH! sad—thrice sad was the morning
 I sailed away from my love,
Tho' no cloud, nor wind gave warning
 Of grief, from the sky above.

But sad was the wind in its sobbing
 When the ship cleft the harbor's wave;
And sad was my heart in its throbbing
 As I lay all the day by her grave.