Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IX. Tragedy: Humor. 1904. | | | | Poems of Tragedy: XV. The Sea | | The Sands o’ Dee | | Charles Kingsley (1819–1875) |
| | | “O MARY, go and call the cattle home, | |
| And call the cattle home, | |
| And call the cattle home, | |
| Across the sands o’ Dee!” | |
| The western wind was wild and dank wi’ foam, | 5 |
| And all alone went she. | |
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| The creeping tide came up along the sand, | |
| And o’er and o’er the sand, | |
| And round and round the sand, | |
| As far as eye could see; | 10 |
| The blinding mist came down and hid the land: | |
| And never home came she. | |
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| “O, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,— | |
| A tress o’ golden hair, | |
| O’ drownèd maiden’s hair,— | 15 |
| Above the nets at sea? | |
| Was never salmon yet that shone so fair, | |
| Among the stakes on Dee.” | |
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| They rowed her in across the rolling foam,— | |
| The cruel, crawling foam, | 20 |
| The cruel, hungry foam,— | |
| To her grave beside the sea; | |
| But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home | |
| Across the sands o’ Dee. | | | | |
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