CANADIAN BALLADS,

AND

OCCASIONAL VERSES.

By Thomas D’Arcy McGee


 

SONNET.



I have a sea-going spirit haunts my sleep,
        Not a sad spirit wearisome to follow;
Less like a tenant of the mystic deep
        Than the good fairy of the hazel hollow;
And often at the midwatch of the night

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        I see departing in his silver barque
This spirit, steering  toward an eastern light,
        Calling me to him from the western dark.
“Spirit!” I ask, “say whither bound away?”
        “Unto the old Hesperides!” he cries;

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“Oh, Spirit, take me in thy barque, I pray;”
        “For thee I came,” he joyfully replies—
Exile! no longer shalt thou absent mourn,
        For I the Spirit am, men call—RETURN.” [Page 124]