The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies. <br />(Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide.) <br />The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide, <br />Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes! <br /> <br />The tall white ships drift with the falling tide. <br />(Far, far away I hear the seamews' cries.) <br />Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes ! <br />There is no room now in my heart for pride. <br /> <br />Come back, come back ! with pity in your eyes. <br />(The night is dark, the sea is fierce and wide.) <br />There is no room now in my heart for pride, <br />Though I become the scorn of all the wise. <br /> <br />I have no place now in my heart for pride. <br />(The moon and stars have fallen from the skies.) <br />Though I become the scorn of all the wise, <br />Thrust, if you will, sharp arrows in my side. <br /> <br />Let me become the scorn of all the wise. <br />(Out of the East I see the morning ride.) <br />Thrust, if you will, sharp arrows in my side, <br />Play with my tears and feed upon my sighs. <br /> <br />Wound me with swords, put arrows in my side. <br />(On the white sea the haze of noon-day lies.) <br />Play with my tears and feed upon my sighs, <br />But come, my love, before my heart has died. <br /> <br />Drink my salt tears and feed upon my sighs. <br />(Westward the evening goes with one red stride.) <br />Come back, my love, before my heart has died, <br />Down sinks the sun, the tremulous daylight dies. <br /> <br />Come back ! my love, before my heart has died. <br />(Out of the South I see the pale moon rise.) <br />Down sinks the sun, the tremulous daylight dies, <br />The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plainte-eternelle/
