The wave's reproof (Henry Thomas Smart)
- (Posted 2019-10-14) CPDL #55609:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-10-14). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 118 kB Copyright: CPDL
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A ship my cradle, and a plank my pillow,
On the blue heavens I fix my wakeful eyes,
My restless heart, rocked by the restless billow,
Thus, to my thought, the murmuring wave replies.
Thine arm is short, the stars how high above thee,
Like silver nails fast set in the blue skies,
Thou canst not woo one from its sphere to love thee,
Therefore, O foolish youth, be wise, be wise.
Choose rather from earth's flowers some lowly blossom,
Half shrinking from the day's too garish light,
And, planted in the garden of thy bosom,
'Twill all the treasure of thy love requite.