Jean Ingelow Poems
|81.||A Vine-Arbour In The Far West||5/14/2012|
|82.||Song Of The Old Love||3/10/2010|
|83.||Brothers, And A Sermon||3/10/2010|
|84.||A Wedding Song||3/10/2010|
|85.||A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child||3/10/2010|
|86.||Scholar And Carpenter||3/10/2010|
|87.||The High Tide On The Coast Of Lincolnshire||3/10/2010|
|88.||An Ancient Chess Set||3/10/2010|
|89.||One Morning, Oh! So Early||3/10/2010|
|90.||A Dead Year||3/10/2010|
|92.||A Sea Song||3/10/2010|
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A Sea Song
Old Albion sat on a crag of late,
And sung out—'Ahoy! ahoy!
Long life to the captain, good luck to the mate,
And this to my sailor boy!
Come over, come home,
Through the salt sea foam,
My sailor, my sailor boy.
'Here's a crown to be given away, I ween,
A crown for my sailor's head,
And all for the worth of a widowed queen,
And the love of the noble dead,
And the fear and fame
Of the island's name
Where my boy was born and bred.
'Content thee, content thee, let it alone,
Thou marked for a choice so rare;
Though treaties be treaties, ...
An Ancient Chess Set
Haply some Rajah first in ages gone
Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee,
While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he,
Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison:
Haply thou mayst have pleased old Prester John
Among his pastures, when full royally
He sat in tent--grave shepherds at his knee--
While lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on.