Sydney Thompson Dobell
Sydney Thompson Dobell Poems
Can I see thee stand
On the looming land?
Dost thou wave with thy white hand
I could think that thou art near,
Thy sweet voice is in mine ear,
While I listen, all things seem
Singing in a singing dream,
Echoing in an echoing dream,
Yon boat upon the sea,
It floats 'twixt thee and me,
I see the boatman listless lie;
He cannot hear the cry
That in mine ears doth ring
Doth it pass him o'er and o'er,
Heard upon the shore ...
Sea Ballad - From
“HOW many?” said our good Captain.
“Twenty sail and more.”
We were homeward bound,
Scudding in a gale with our jib towards the Nore.
Right athwart our tack,
The foe came thick and black,
Like Hell-birds and foul weather—you might count them by the score.
The Betsy Jane did slack