O pale green sea, <br />With long, pale, purple clouds above - <br />What lies in me like weight of love ? <br />What dies in me <br />With utter grief, because there comes no sign <br />Through the sun-raying West, or the dim sea-line ? <br /> <br />O salted air, <br />Blown round the rocky headland still, <br />What calls me there from cove and hill? <br />What calls me fair <br />From thee, the first-born of the youthful night, <br />Or in the waves is coming through the dusk twilight ? <br /> <br />O yellow Star, <br />Quivering upon the rippling tide - <br />Sendest so far to one that sigh'd? <br />Bendest thou, Star, <br />Above, where the shadows of the dead have rest <br />And constant silence, with a message from the blest?<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aeolian-harp/
