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Poems (May)/Kathleen

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by Edith May
Kathleen
4509489Poems — KathleenEdith May
KATHLEEN.
What moans with the east wind?
Ah, listen, Aileen!
Through the dull mist and rain
I hear it complain.—
'Tis only the shriek of the curlew,
    Kathleen!

I look to the sea-side,
The pale shore, Aileen!
There is something adrift
That the waves toss and lift—
A boat, tempest-torn from its moorings,
    Kathleen!

Under the day-dawn
She steals forth, Aileen.
What lies nigh the door,
By the waves sent ashore?
Oh deep be thy slumbers this morning,
    Kathleen!