Jamie's On the Stormy Sea

A lone fisherman in a boat tries to come back home

Ere the twilight bat was flitting,
In the sunset, at her knitting,
Sang a lonely maiden, sitting
Underneath her threshold tree;
And as daylight died before us,
And the vesper stars shone o'er us,
Fitful rose her tender chorus,
"Jamie's on the stormy sea!"

Warmly shone the sunset glowing;
Sweetly breathed the young flow'rs blowing;
Earth with beauty overflowing,
Seemed the home of love to be;
As those angel tones ascending,
With the scene and season blending,
Ever had the same low ending
"Jamie's on the stormy sea!"

Curfew bells, remotely ringing,
Mingled with that sweet voice singing,
And the last red ray seemed clinging
Lingeringly to tower and tree.
Nearer as I came, and nearer,
Finer rose the notes, and clearer;
Oh! 'twas charming thus to hear her,
"Jamie's on the stormy sea!"

"Blow, thou west wind, blandly hover,
Round the bark that bears my lover;
Blow, and waft him softly over
To his own dear home and me;
For when night winds rend the willow,
Sleep forsakes my lonely pillow,
Thinking of the raging billow,
"Jamie's on the stormy sea!"

How could I but list, but linger,
To the song, and near the singer,
Sweetly wooing heaven to bring her
Jamie from the stormy sea.
And while yet her lips did name me,
Forth I sprang, my heart o'ercame me,
"Grieve no more, sweet, I am Jamie,
Home returned to love and thee!"


Thinking positively we can protect our loved ones. And it has no matter how wild is wind of the stormy sea of life.

Way home is always easier when there's light in the window and someone is still waiting for you.

© Katia Marynowska

* Poem by Bernard Covert, 1847.

# Painting "The Fog Warning" by Winslow Homer, 1885.

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