Poems (Blind)/A Sigh
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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.