A BALLAD OF THE SEA.
Where the great glad ocean sparkled, In the sunlight's golden sheen,There a good ship lay at anchor, With her snowy sails a lean.Far o'er fields, of fragrant vineyard, Drenched in June-time's sweetest dew,Strolled young Jean and her boy-lover, Toward the western azure blue.
She to follow Henri's fortunes, O'er the broad and briny deep,Left the chateau, when the midnight, Shadows, hushed the world to sleep.
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On a gray, cold Autumn morning, Rode the stanch ship into port,But the faces of the seamen, Gave no sign of careless sport.Each by sad, and mournful visage, As one by one they stepped ashore,Told that sorrow's hand among them, Fell with blighting touch, and sore.
