Cornish Lament
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
Track 1
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Long weeks I've watched for you,
Watching you sail away.
Meg cried, "Shame on the sea,
Fair head, come home to me.
My door unlatched for you.
"Fair head, come home to me."
Dipping my hands therein.
Gulls cried the livelong day —
Fair head, come home to me!
No moan where men could see
When the sea took my own,
Lad, when you sailed away
Fair head, come home to me!"
Door and heart open be —
Gleams where the rock-pools are —
Low to the sea — and you,
Whispering as now I do,
Then am I free to cry.
Then to the sea I lean —
I found no words to say,
Meg wept where all might see,
Only, when star to star
Home from the jealous sea,
Up to the watching sky.
Only, when lights at sea
Fair head, come home to me!"
"Drowned and dead though you be,
Show boats not dear to me,
For lover lost to me.
Nay, but I made no moan