Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

* ENID WELSFORD . “ My grief on the sea , How the waves of it roll ! For they heave between me And the love of my soul !” ( Douglas Hyde . From the Irish ). Look above , look below , look around on every side ! Dank grass , bent trees and nothing else you see , Why talk you then so wildly of the rolling of the tide , The wind that stirs bad weather up , a ship that sails the sea ? Do you see him , do you see him ? He 's standing by the mast . Come back , come back ! Oh will you never hear ? He stands upright , half smiling , with his face towards the blast , My voice is weak and cannot reach as far as you , my dear . Hide your eyes , hide your eyes , and look from him if you can ! His face shines pale beneath the moonlit skies For he is sick at heart for home , yet proud to be a man But oh his guileless baby mouth , his open childlike eyes 206