English poem
SONG.
by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh what comes over the sea, Shoals and quicksands past; And what comes home to me, Sailing slow, sailing fast?
A wind comes over the sea With a moan in its blast; But nothing comes home to me, Sailing slow, sailing fast.
Let me be, let me be, For my lot is cast: Land or sea all's one to me, And sail it slow or fast.