Jamie's on the Stormy Sea

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

Curfew-bells remotely ringing,
Mingled with her sweet voice singing,
And the last red ray seemed clinging
Lingeringly to tower and tree;
And her evening song ascending,
With the scene and season blending,
Ever had the same low ending,--
"Jamie's on the stormy sea."

"Blow, thou west-wind, blandly hover
Round the bark that bears my lover;
Blow, and waft him safely over
To his own dear home and me;
For when night-winds rend the willow,
Sleep forsakes my lonely pillow,
Thinking on 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 voice did name me,
Forth I sprang,--my heart o'ercame me,--
"Grieve no more, sweet; I am Jamie,
Home returned to love and thee."