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SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE), by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Methought the stars were blinking bright
Last Line: Did mourn, and mourn, and mourn.
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of; Sailing & Sailors; Seamen; Sails

Methought the stars were blinking bright,
And the old brig's sails unfurled;
I said, 'I will sail to my love this night
At the other side of the world.'
I stepped aboard -- we sailed so fast --
The sun shot up from the bourne;
But a dove that perched upon the mast
Did mourn, and mourn, and mourn.
'O fair dove! O fond dove!
And dove with the white breast,
Let me alone, the dream is my own,
And my heart is full of rest.

'My true love fares on this great hill,
Feeding his sheep for aye;'
I looked in his hut, but all was still,
My love was gone away.
I went to gaze in the forest creek,
And the dove mourned on apace;
No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek
Rose up to show me his place.
'O last love! O first love!
My love with the true heart,
To think I have come to this your home,
And yet -- we are apart!

My love! He stood at my right hand,
His eyes were grave and sweet.
Methought he said, 'In this far land,
O, it is thus we meet!
Ah, maid most dear, I am not here;
I have no place -- no part --
No dwelling more by sea or shore,
But only in thy heart.'
O fair dove! O fond dove!
Till night rose over the bourne,
The dove on the mast, as we sailed fast,
Did mourn, and mourn, and mourn.

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