Out
of the starless night that covers me,
(O
tribulation of the wind that rolls!)
Black
as the cloud of some tremendous spell,
The
susurration of the sighing sea
Sounds
like the sobbing whisper of two souls
That
tremble in a passion of farewell.
To
the desires that trebled life in me,
(O
melancholy of the wind that rolls!)
The
dreams that seemed the future to foretell,
The
hopes that mounted herward like the sea,
To
all the sweet things sent on happy souls,
I
cannot choose but bid a mute farewell.
And
to the girl who was so much to me
(O
lamentation of this wind that rolls!)
Since
I may not the life of her compel,
Out
of the night, beside the sounding sea,
Full
of the love that might have blent our souls,
A
sad, a last, a long, supreme farewell.
William Ernest Henley
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