Dark-Blue.

Adieu, adieu! my native shore

Fades o’er the water blue;

The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,

And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

Yon sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight;

Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native Land – Good Night!

A few short hours and He will rise,

To give the Morrow birth;

And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother Earth.

Deserted is my own good Hall,

Its hearth is desolate;

Wild weeds are gathering on wall,

My Dog howls at the gate.

And now I’m in the world alone,

Upon the wide, wide sea:

But why should I for others groan,

When none will sigh for me?

Perchance my Dog will whine in vain,

Till fed by stranger hands;

But long ere I come back again

He’d tear me where his stands.

With thee my bark, I’ll swiftly go

Athwart the foaming brine;

Nor care what land thou bear’st me to,

So not again to mine.

Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves,

And when you fail my sight,

Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves!

My native Land – Good night!

Lord Byron