So the end came
In the darkness of night—
There was no flame,
There was no light
To guide us aright.
And I called to her out of the gloom—
(She was all to me)
'Flee thou to the sea
Lest they seek for thee
And hale us twain to the doom.'
And she said 'This is woe
Greater than all—
In the way that we go
There be many that fall
And trouble will come to us so'—
But we fled away,
(Tho' the face of the sea
Was covered with spray,
And the wave rose angrily)
To 'scape from the God of the Seas—
And we twain were ill at ease
And we came to a weedy shore—
But when we would have passed
The boat stayed evermore
In the wrack that held it fast,
Even as Sin that will last,
Though many years be o'er.
So we waited for God on the sea
(Silent and hand in hand)
Till there came a wind from the land
And the deep was stirred with pain,
And she passed with a sigh from me
Into the mist and the rain—
Yet I pray to the God of the Seas
That he give me my Love again,
That he bring my spirit ease.
But I fear me, my prayers are vain.
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