Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore <br />My lingering feet will leave their print no more; <br />To thy loved side I never may return. <br />I pray thee, old companion, make due mourn <br />For the wild spirit who so oft has stood <br />Gazing in love and wonder on thy flood. <br />The form is now departing far away, <br />That half in anger, oft, and half in play, <br />Thou hast pursued with thy white showers of foam. <br />Thy waters daily will besiege the home <br />I loved among the rocks; but there will be <br />No laughing cry, to hail thy victory, <br />Such as was wont to greet thee, when I fled, <br />With hurried footsteps, and averted head, <br />Like fallen monarch, from my venturous stand, <br />Chased by thy billows far along the sand. <br />And when at eventide thy warm waves drink <br />The sober clouds, that in their bosom sink; <br />When sober twilight over thee has spread <br />Her purple pall, when the glad day is dead, <br />My voice no more will mingle with the dirge <br />That rose in mighty moaning from thy surge, <br />Filling with awful harmony the air, <br />When thy vast soul and mine were joined in prayer.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-on-cramond-beach/
