In the hush of the autumn night

In the hush of the autumn night

I hear the voice of the sea,

In the hush of the autumn night

It seems to say to me --

Mine are the winds above,

Mine are the caves below,

Mine are the dead of yesterday

And the dead of long ago!

And I think of the fleet that sailed

From the lovely Gloucester shore,

I think of the fleet that sailed

And came back nevermore;

My eyes are filled with tears,

And my heart is numb with woe --

It seems as if 'twere yesterday,

And it all was long ago!