Volume Ii Part 125 (2/2)
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below!
Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds sh.o.r.eward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
Children dear, let us away!
This way, this way!
Call her once before you go.-- Call once yet!
In a voice that she will know: ”Margaret! Margaret!”
Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear; Children's voices, wild with pain,-- Surely she will come again!
Call her once and come away; This way, this way!
”Mother dear, we cannot stay!
The wild white horses foam and fret.”
Margaret! Margaret!
Come, dear children, come away down; Call no more!
One last look at the white-walled town, And the little gray church on the windy sh.o.r.e; Then come down!
She will not come, though you call all day; Come away, come away!
Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay?
In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell?
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground; Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye?
When did music come this way?
Children dear, was it yesterday?
Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away?
Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee.
She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of the far-off bell.
She sighed, she looked up through the clear green sea; She said: ”I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little gray church on the sh.o.r.e to-day.
'Twill he Easter-time in the world,--ah me!
And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with thee.”
I said: ”Go up, dear heart, through the waves: Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves!”
She smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay.
Children dear, was it yesterday?
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