Poems (Chandler)/Waiting
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'M waiting for my darling, Here, sitting by the sea, Whom never any ship that sails Brings home again to me.
WAITING.
'M waiting for my darling, Here, sitting by the sea, Whom never any ship that sails Brings home again to me. "Oh, sailor! have you seen her? You'd know her by her eyes,—No other are so tender, So full of glad surprise."
"Yes, I have seen your darling: A fair wind never fails To waft the good ship unto The shore for which she sails.
"King Death they call the Captain, His crew a spectral band,—He steers with pennons flying Toward a far-off land.
"No other ship goes thither, And back across that main, The passengers he carries He never brings again."
