The Ocean sang to my heart last night,
When I folded my hands in rest,
A tune as sweet as a mother sings
To the child upon her breast.
But to-day it wails like a funeral dirge
As they tell, in the quiet town.
How the English ship in sight of land
With a hundred souls went down.
(Albert Laighton)
More Poetry from Albert Laighton:
Albert Laighton Poems based on Topics: Night, Sense & Perception, Mothers, English- The Birth Of Light (Albert Laighton Poems)
- Ballad Of Ruth Bay (Albert Laighton Poems)
- The Missing Ships (Albert Laighton Poems)
- Joe (Albert Laighton Poems)
- Found Dead (Albert Laighton Poems)
- The Summer Shower (Albert Laighton Poems)