Ballad

by: Maurice Baring (Author)

Mine eyes are dim and my wound is sore,
    White sail, will you come to me?
My Friend, shall I never see thee more?
    Be still, O moaning sea.
 
Have you forgotten the cup of bliss?
    White sail, will you come to me?
On the flying ship, and the first long kiss?
    Be still, O moaning sea.
 
Have you forgotten the forest trees?
    White sail, will you come to me?
The vows we spoke to the stars and seas?
    Be still, O moaning sea.
 
I sought you once in a strange disguise;
    White sail, will you come to me?
You knew not even my sad, sad eyes;
    Be still, O moaning sea.
 
“Call when you will, I’ll come,” you said;
    White sail, will you come to me?
Come swiftly, or you will find me dead;
    Be still, O moaning sea.
 
The sail is black, they have hauled it high;
    White sail, you came not to me;
I’ll turn my face to the wall and die;
    Be still, O moaning sea.
 
O Iseult, my life, my death, my friend!
    White sail, there’s no need for thee;
I waited for you until the end…
    Still is the moaning sea.