A DESOLATE heath Over the sea Is the place for me, When night is near, When a wind upleaps Seaward and sweeps The horizon clear. Widening beneath Darkens the heath. Sullen and far Hark how they roar, Waves of the shore, Trees of the wood. Heaven in her cloud, Earth in her shroud, Sullenly brood. Smiles a white star Silent and far. Under the height Yonder a glare Reddens the air, Where in the bay Rigging and spars Glow with their stars, City and quay Glitter to-night Under the height. O but for me Purple of pine In a sandy chine, When the night-wind's breath Will bare us soon The wan young moon. A desolate heath Over the sea Is the place for me. |