By The Sea

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Title:     By The Sea
Author: Frances Fuller Victor [More Titles by Victor]

Blue is the mist on the mountains,
White is the fog on the sea;
Ruby and gold is the sunset,--
And Bertha is waiting for me.

Down on the loathsome sand-beach,
Her eyes as blue as the mist;
Her brows as white as the sea-fog,--
Bertha, whose lips I have kissed.

Bertha, whose lips are like rubies,
Whose hair is like coiled gold;
Whose sweet, rare smile is tenderer
Than any legend of old.

One morn, one noon, one sunset,
Must pass before we meet;
O wind and sail bear steady on,
And bring me to her feet.

The morn rose pale and sullen,
The noon was still and dun;
Across the storm at sunset,
Came the boom of a signal-gun.

Who treads the loathsome sand-beach,
With wet, disordered hair;
With garments tangled with sea-weed,
And cheeks more pale than fair?

O blue-eyed, white-browed maiden,
He will keep love's tryst no more;
His ship sailed safely into port--
But on the heavenward shore.

[The end]
Frances Fuller Victor's poem: By The Sea

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