DOI Artikel:
Watson, Rosamund Marriott: Vespertilia
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21805#0056
52 Vespertilia
Ever the thought of her abides with me
Unceasing as the murmur of the sea ;
When the round moon is low and night-birds flit,
When sink the stubble-fires with smouldering flame,
Over and o’er the sea-wind sighs her name,
And the leaves whisper it.
“ Poor Vespertiliasing the grasses sere,
“ Poor Vespertiliamoans the surf-beat shore ;
Almost I feel her very presence near—
Yet she comes nevermore.
Ever the thought of her abides with me
Unceasing as the murmur of the sea ;
When the round moon is low and night-birds flit,
When sink the stubble-fires with smouldering flame,
Over and o’er the sea-wind sighs her name,
And the leaves whisper it.
“ Poor Vespertiliasing the grasses sere,
“ Poor Vespertiliamoans the surf-beat shore ;
Almost I feel her very presence near—
Yet she comes nevermore.