The Gates of Time and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

ON THE CLIFF


 

I see the great blue ocean kiss the sky
Far to the South, I hear the sea-gulls wail
Among the crags, while, underneath, the sail
                        Goes swiftly by.

The sun looks down upon the twinkling sea;

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I hear the waters breaking far below;
And all is joyous, save the cloud of woe
                        That hangs o’er me.

The loving sky can ever kiss the sea,
The ripple and the zephyr never part;

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Then why—oh, why—should thy sweet loving heart
                        Be torn from me?