Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aelfrida Tillyard . *FOR MY MOTHER 'S JOURNEY. SHALL not see your ship put out to sea , 1 Nor stand to watch its smoke grow less and less , Nor long , in some half - choking words , to bless , And say “ Let winds and waves all kindly be ." But oh, when you leave England on your lea, Know there are tears ' tis folly to repress , And there 's a kind of sudden loneliness That comes to those who watch the coast - line flee . But I was born to see my ships set sail , And sit at home and shiver in the gale . And I was born to see my loved ones go, And set my hopes a- sail through mist and rain , Knowing that love , which burns at parting so, Shall be a light to draw them home again . * THE PRAYER . A S when the lone sea calls With swift strong voices of the ebbing tide , And the river , deep between its borders , Goes hurrying down to the remorseless sea So flowed my life away . And the sea lay Grey as the wings of God 's death - angel are , Certain as time , and than despair more still ; While I, adown th' enchanted drowsy stream 190