Poems (Blind)/A Sigh

by Mathilde Blind

For works with similar titles, see A Sigh.

A SIGH.

Silent, I sat within the boat,
 The earth and sea were still;
The mist wrapped softly, fold on fold,
 O'er wood, and dale, and hill:

Dim shone the moon, and far away
 The sea lay waste and bare;
Low-wailing Ossian's ghost did float
 Across the waters drear.

And wailing low, my weary heart,
 Sighed from its inner deep:
Oh Love, that I could lay me down
 Upon thy breast, and sleep!

Oh Love, thou art the cradle, thou,
 To rock the heart to rest;
Oh Love, thou art the fountain, thou,
 With waters cool and blest.

Where art thou, Love? Oh, loud I call!
 Life's dust and heat they lie
Upon my wings, and drag them down:
 Oh, hear me where I sigh!

So sadly did the moon look down,
 Sadly she seemed to sigh:
Yea, where is Love? and where is rest?
 Shrill did the sea-mew cry.