The Goldfinch (1817)/Far, far at Sea

by Anonymous

Far, far at Sea.

'Twas night when the bell had toll'd twelve,
And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,
In her ear whisper'd some fleeting elve,
Your love now lies tost on a billow,
Far, far at sea.

All was dark, when she woke out of breath,
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the silence of death,
Save fancy, which painted her lover,
Far, far at sea.

So she whisper'd a pray'r—clos'd her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillow;
While in terrors she echo'd his cries,
As struggling he sunk in a billow,
Far, far at sea.

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