  On Narragansett's storm-beat sand We walked with slow, reluctant feet; I held enclasped her slender hand, With loved possession, deep and sweet. Out on the wave the wild foam swung, The circling sea-gulls upward sprung; While o'er the level sand the sea Came rolling soft and dreamily. The sunset's glow was on her cheek, Where love and heaven seemed to blend; So full our hearts we could not speak, As summer's glories found an end. What tender lights sieved through the mist, As waves and sunlight sparkling kissed, While o'er the sea, to setting sun, Swung thunder of the evening gun! Ah! gentle form, what gift was thine To give the sky a deeper blue, To make the barren sands divine, And heaving sea a rosier hue? 'Twas morn of life, and love's sweet glance Gave dreary years their one romance, When yielding form and tender eyes Return to earth its paradise. On Narragansett's dreary sand, Now bent and old, alone I stray, Nor see the lights, nor waves, nor land, But one lone grave so far away. The storm-tossed foam and gulls distraught Return like dreams, with haunted thought— "No more, no more, oh! never more!" Moan the dark waves along the shore. Paul Davis. |
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