The Poetry Corner

An Islesman's Farewell.

By John Campbell

Ah! must we part, my darling? O let the days be few, Until your dear returning To one who loves but you! Where'er your ship be sailing, Think on your own love true; The back of the wave to you, darling, The back of the wave to you! The witch, who oft at midnight Above Ben Caillach flew, Told me she dreamed no danger Athwart your vessel drew; For you she said the breezes Aye strong and fairly blew; The back of the wave to you, darling, The back of the wave to you! Ah! waiting here, and trembling When dark the water's hue, I'll long for the dear pleasure That in your glance I knew; And pray to Him who never Can lose you from His view. The back of the wave to you, darling, The back of the wave to you.