SONG.

I HEAR the waves to-night

Piteously calling, calling

Though the light

Of the kind moon is falling,

Like kisses, on the sea

That calls for sunshine, dear, as my soul calls for thee.

I see the sea lie gray

Wrinkling her brows in sorrow,

Hear her say:—

“Bright love of yesterday, return to-morrow,

Sun, I am thine, am thine!”

Oh sea, thy love will come again, but what of mine?