6. Back from the Breton coast, Sick of a nameless fear, Back to the dark sea-line Looking, thinking of all I have lost; An old song vexes my ear; But that of Lamech is mine. 7. For years, a measureless ill, For years, for ever, to part But she, she would love me still; And as long, O God, as she Have a grain of love for me, So long, no doubt, no doubt, 8. Strange, that the mind, when fraught With a passion so intense One would think that it well Might drown all life in the eye, That it should, by being so overwrought, For a shell, or a flower, little things Which else would have been past by! And now I remember, I, When he lay dying there, I noticed one of his many rings (For he had many, poor worm) and thought It is his mother's hair. 9. Who knows if he be dead? Whether I need have fled ? Am I guilty of blood? However this may be, Comfort her, comfort her, all things good, While I am over the sea! Let me and my passionate love go by, But speak to her all things holy and high, Whatever happen to me! Me and my harmful love go by; But come to her waking, find her asleep, Powers of the height, Powers of the deep, And comfort her tho' I die. |