Sea, sea, Tempest-lashed sea! O spare in thy fury, smite not angrily Hearts true and brave, Breasting thy wave, Who love as they trust thee, thou beautiful sea! 

Sea, sea,

Tempest-lashed sea!

Hearts true and brave,

Breasting thy wave,

 Sea, sea, Bring back to me One that thou bearest to war's pageantry! Bear him my love, Life-lasting love, For him and him only, then speed him to me! 

Sea, sea,

Bring back to me

Bear him my love,

Life-lasting love,

 

 

 Sir Harold at Acre. 

 So sang Rowena, from her turret bower, Her plaintive notes each night, In seamen's ears. Their hearts sank deep. They long had watched her white And care-worn cheeks; but now they knew her fears And wept with her to see the darkling storm-clouds lower. 

So sang Rowena, from her turret bower,

Her plaintive notes each night,

In seamen's ears.

Their hearts sank deep. They long had watched her white

And care-worn cheeks; but now they knew her fears

 Meanwhile her red-cross knight was lying prone, Sore wounded, life nigh spent, On Acre's plains. He'd swooned and woke to find him 'neath, a tent. With balm a maiden soothed his throbbing veins. No other soul came near save she a maid unknown. 

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