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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

William Sharp 1855–1905

The Coves of Crail

Sharp-Wi

THE MOON-WHITE waters wash and leap,

The dark tide floods the Coves of Crail;

Sound, sound he lies in dreamless sleep,

Nor hears the sea-wind wail.

The pale gold of his oozy locks

Doth hither drift and thither wave;

His thin hands plash against the rocks,

His white lips nothing crave.

Afar away she laughs and sings—

A song he loved, a wild sea-strain—

Of how the mermen weave their rings

Upon the reef-set main.

Sound, sound he lies in dreamless sleep,

Nor hears the sea-wind wail,

Though with the tide his white hands creep

Amid the Coves of Crail.