Page:Elegiac Sonnets 2.pdf/48

38

There, day after day, with an anxious heart heaving, She watches the waves where they mingle with air; For the sail which, alas! all her fond hopes deceiving, May bring only tidings to add to her care.

Loose stream to wild winds those fair flowing tresses, Once woven with garlands of gay Summer flowers; Her dress unregarded, bespeaks her distresses, And beauty is blighted by grief's heavy hours.

Her innocent children, unconscious of sorrow, To seek the gloss'd shell, or the crimson weed stray; Amused with the present, they heed not to-morrow, Nor think of the storm that is gathering to day.