Weep By the Tide
As mist descended far and low,
dark storm clouds stirred the sea.
Upon the rocks a maiden lay,
weep by the tide did she.
Fair English rose, her skin so pure,
awash with salty dew.
Now tarnished, long cascading hair
once glowed a golden hue.
A sailor's charm did claim her heart
when first he stepped ashore.
He courted her, imbibed her love,
then told he'd stay no more.
His soul betrothed to ocean's breeze,
firm land was not for he.
Horizon-bound, his ship set sail
o'er black and verdigris.
As tempest ragings galled the waves
beneath the moonless skies,
a haunting sorrow chased the wind,
midst echoes from her sighs.
'cross briny depths she cried her vow
to wait eternally.
Forever on those rocks she lay,
weep by the tide did she.
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