The Northern Star

A Tynemouth Ship

      THE NORTHERN STAR

      Sailed over the bar

Bound to the Baltic Sea;

      In the morning gray

      She stretched away;—

’T was a weary day to me!

      For many an hour

      In sleet and shower

By the lighthouse rock I stray;

      And watch till dark

      For the wingéd bark

Of him that is far away.

      The castle’s bound

      I wander round,

Amidst the grassy graves:

      But all I hear

      Is the north-wind drear,

And all I see are the waves.

      The Northern Star

      Is set afar!

Set in the Baltic Sea:

      And the waves have spread

      The sandy bed

That holds my Love from me.