Littell's Living Age/Volume 132/Issue 1699/Seaweed

by Francis William Bourdillon

For works with similar titles, see Seaweed.

SEAWEED.

Alas, poor weed! The careless tide
⁠Has left thee with his lightest foam;
And now a desert drear and wide
⁠Divides thee from thy wished-for home.
His flow may bear thee back once more,
But canst thou live thy life of yore?

Alas, I, too, am left awhile
⁠By her I love, in lightest play!
On distant loves I see her smile,
⁠I hear her laughter far away.
Her heart may turn to me again,
But can my heart forget the pain?

Spectator. R. I. O.