  HERE goes Love! Now cut him clear, A weight about his neck: If he linger longer here, Our ship will be a wreck. Overboard! Overboard! Down let him go! In the deep he may sleep Where the corals grow. He said he’d woo the gentle breeze, A bright tear in her eye; But she was false or hard to please, Or he has told a lie. Overboard! overboard! Down in the sea He may find a truer mind, He sang us many a merry song While the breeze was kind; But he has been lamenting long The falseness of the wind. Overboard! overboard! Under the wave Let him sing where smooth shells ring In the ocean’s cave. He may struggle; he may weep; We’ll be stern and cold; His grief will find, within the deep, More tears than can be told. He has gone overboard! We will float on; We shall find a truer wind, Now that he is gone. Robert Traill Spence Lowell. |
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