Three Sunsets and Other Poems — Far Away

FAR AWAY.

He stept so lightly to the land, All in his manly pride: He kissed her cheek, he clasped her hand;

Yet still she glanced aside.

"Too gay he seems," she darkly dreams, "Too gallant and too gay, To think of me--poor simple me-- When he is far away!"

"I bring my Love this goodly pearl Across the seas," he said: "A gem to deck the dearest girl That ever sailor wed!"

She holds it tight: her eyes are bright: Her throbbing heart would say "He thought of me--he thought of me-- When he was far away!"

The ship has sailed into the West: Her ocean-bird is flown: A dull dead pain is in her breast, And she is weak and lone: But there's a smile upon her face, A smile that seems to say "He'll think of me--he'll think of me-- When he is far away!

"Though waters wide between us glide, Our lives are warm and near: No distance parts two faithful hearts-- Two hearts that love so dear: And I will trust my sailor-lad, For ever and a day, To think of me--to think of me-- When he is far away!"

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