Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CHARADE: 14, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL


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CHARADE: 14, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Heard ye the long, low roar
Last Line: Thine be the gold, so my life go free!
Subject(s): Bargains


HEARD ye the long, low roar
Blend with the sea-mew's cry?
Saw ye the nearing shore
Where the white foam-wreaths lie?
O wait, seaman, wait while the tempest shall last,
For my first is a danger thou hast not passed.
How shall the seaman wait?
There stands his white-walled home,
From its blithely opened gate
Never more need he roam.
My second he brings from a distant realm,
And leaves he forever the weary helm.

On! for the tide ebbs fast!
On! for the night grows dark,
But the cold wave-arms are cast
Round the seaman's sinking bark.
He makes my whole with the angry sea,—
Thine be the gold, so my life go free!





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