Sydney Thompson Dobell
Sydney Thompson Dobell Poems
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Can I see thee stand
On the looming land?
Dost thou wave with thy white hand
I could think that thou art near,
Thy sweet voice is in mine ear,
While I listen, all things seem
Singing in a singing dream,
Echoing in an echoing dream,
Yon boat upon the sea,
It floats 'twixt thee and me,
I see the boatman listless lie;
He cannot hear the cry
That in mine ears doth ring
Doth it pass him o'er and o'er,
Heard upon the shore ...
How’s My Boy?
“HO, Sailor of the sea!
How’s my boy—my boy?”
“What’s your boy’s name, good wife,
And in what good ship sail'd he?”
“My boy John— He that went to sea—
What care I for the ship, sailor?
My boy's my boy to me.
“You come back from sea,
And not know my John?