Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CLEENA, by ELLA YOUNG


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First Line: Pale, in the twilight, the crested waves are falling
Last Line: Cleena! Cleena! Dead, forgotten quite!


PALE, in the twilight, the crested waves are falling
On a lone shore where never a sea-bird strays;
Softly the twilight wind is calling, calling,
Calling for Cleena of the olden days.

Once a thousand lovers sang her praises,
Wove her name in chant and storied rann;
Cleena, for whose sake the sea-god raises,
Wave on wave, his crested foam-white clan.

Gods and heroes once the battle-gear uplifted
All for Cleena of the curling, golden head;
O'er her beauty now the dust has drifted,
The songs are silent, and her lovers dead.

Only where waves in shadowy foam are falling,
Falling, falling ever, with a sound of tears,
Earth and sea a vanished joy recalling,
Mourn for Cleena and the long-forgotten years.

Mournful wind, your grief cannot avail her.
Sea-foam drifting, drifting through the night --
She has peace and silence, why bewail her?
Cleena! Cleena! dead, forgotten quite!





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