Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)

(Widow with Shawl, A Portrait) Dear wind that shakes the barley free Blow home my true love′s ship to me, fill her sail I aweary wait upon the shore Forsake her not in times of storm Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail I aweary wait upon the shore Whether he be in Africa Or deep asleep in India, fill his dream I aweary wait upon the shore Dear snow-white gulls upon the wave I, like you, am lamenting for my love I aweary cry upon the shore And in my chariot of sleep I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea I awake aweary on the shore Seven years and seven days No man has seen my woman ways, dear God I aweary cry upon the shore Along the shingled beach I go The wind about me as I make my way To my weary dream upon my bed Dear wind that shakes the barley free Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sail I aweary wait upon the shore