Dora Sigerson Shorter,
When You Are on the Sea
(1907)
“ How can I laugh or dance as others do, Or ply my rock or reel? My heart will still return to dreams of you Beside my spinning-wheel. My little dog he cried out in the dark, He would not whisht for me: I took him to my side—why did he bark When you were on the sea? I fear the red cock—if he crow to-night— I keep him close and warm, 'Twere ill with me, if he should wake in fright And you out in the storm. I dare not smile for fear my laugh would ring Across your dying ears ”
