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THE GIFT OF THE SEA
There was neither glimmer nor ghost,
There was neither spirit nor spark,
And ‘Heard ye nothing, mother?’ she said,
‘’Tis crying for me in the dark.’
There was neither spirit nor spark,
And ‘Heard ye nothing, mother?’ she said,
‘’Tis crying for me in the dark.’
And the nodding mother sighed,
‘’Tis sorrow makes ye dull;
‘Have ye yet to learn the cry of the tern,
‘Or the wail of the wind-blown gull?’
‘’Tis sorrow makes ye dull;
‘Have ye yet to learn the cry of the tern,
‘Or the wail of the wind-blown gull?’
‘The terns are blown inland,
‘The grey gull follows the plough.
‘’Twas never a bird, the voice I heard,
‘’O mother, I hear it now!’
‘The grey gull follows the plough.
‘’Twas never a bird, the voice I heard,
‘’O mother, I hear it now!’
‘Lie still, dear lamb, lie still;
‘The child is passed from harm,
‘’Tis the ache in your breast that broke your rest,
‘And the feel of an empty arm.’
‘The child is passed from harm,
‘’Tis the ache in your breast that broke your rest,
‘And the feel of an empty arm.’
She put her mother aside,
‘In Mary’s name let be!
‘For the peace of my soul I must go,’ she said,
And she went to the calling sea.
‘In Mary’s name let be!
‘For the peace of my soul I must go,’ she said,
And she went to the calling sea.
