Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

The Watcher - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

THE long road and the low shore, a sail against the sky,
The ache in my heart's core, and hope so hard to die--
Ah me, but the day's long--and all the sails go by!

The long road and the dark shore, pools with stars aflame,
The ache in my heart's core, the hope I dare not name--
Ah, me, but the night's long--and every night the same!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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