FRANCIS
BÉKÁSSY
* A
BOAT
FOR
LOVE.
CIVE me but
the
boat, I
say ,
U
Sorrow
never
follows ;
Fare you well !
I
shall
not
stay :
Winter's
in
the hollows .
Where
the
wastes
stretch
far
away,
Blurred
with
rain ,
and
blending,
Or
to -morrow
or to-day
Love
shall have
an
ending .
There
the swans
dash
through
the wave,
On
the water
swinging ;
I
shall make my
scallop
rave
With
the
tempest
springing .
I
shall
come
before
the
snow ;
I shall
come
a -courting
To the hazy
depths
below ,
Shadows
at
their
sporting .
When
the
snow
before
the rout
Drifts
against my
sail ,
I
shall turn my
boat about
Straight
across
the
gale !