Ballads of Peace in War

Gray mist on the sea,

And the night coming down,

She stays with sorrow

In a far town.


He goes the sea-ways

By channel lights dim,

Her love, a true light,

Watches for him.


They would be wedded

On a fair yesterday,

But the quick regiment

Saw him away.


Gray mist in her eyes

And the night coming down:

He feels a prayer

From a far town.


He goes the sea-ways,

The land lights are dim;

She and an altar light

Keep watch for him.