Серые глаза — рассвет, Пароходная сирена, Дождь, разлука, серый след За винтом бегущей пены.

THE LOVERS' LITANY

Eyes of gray—the sodden quay,

Driving rain and falling tears,

As the steamer heads to sea

In a parting storm of cheers.

Sing, for Faith and Hope are high.

None so true as you and I—

Sing the Lovers' Litany:—

"Love like ours can never die!"

Eyes of black—the throbbing keel

Milky foam to left and right;

Little whispers near the wheel

In the brilliant tropic night.

Cross that rules the Southern Sky,

Stars that sweep, and wheel, and fly,

Hear the Lovers' Litany:—

"Love like ours can never die!"

Eyes of brown—the dusty plain

Split and parched with heat of June.

Flying hoof and tightened rein,

Hearts that beat the old, old tune.

Side by side the horses fly,

Frame we now the old reply

Of the Lovers' Litany:—

"Love like ours can never die!"

Eyes of blue—the Simla Hills

Silvered with the moonlight hoar;

Pleading of the waltz that thrills,

Dies and echoes round Benmore.

"Mabel," "Officers," "Good-bye,"

Glamour, wine, and witchery—

On my soul's sincerity,

"Love like ours can never die!"

Maidens, of your charity,

Pity my most luckless state.

Four times Cupid's debtor I—

Bankrupt in quadruplicate.

Yet, despite this evil case,

And a maiden showed me grace,

Four-and-forty times would I

Sing the Lovers' Litany:—

"Love like ours can never die!"

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