Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Lines Written By The Seaside (Ii) - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble

If I believed in death, how sweet a bed
For such a blessed slumber could I find,
Beneath the blue and sparkling coverlid
Of that smooth sea, stirred by no breath of wind.
Oh if I could but die, and be at rest,
Thou smiling sea! in thy slow-heaving breast.
But all thy thousand waves quench not the spark
Immortal, woful, of one human soul;
Under thy sapphire vault, cold, still, and dark,
Deep down, below where tides and tempests roll,
The spirit may not lose its deeper curse,
It finds no death in the whole universe.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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