⁠The waters sweep,
But faint on the cold white stones,
⁠And the wavelets fly
⁠With a plaintive cry
O'er the old earth's bare, bleak bones.

⁠And the spray upsprings
⁠On its ghost-white wings,
And tosses a kiss at the stars;
⁠While a water-sprite,
⁠In sea-pearls dight,
Hums a sea-hymn's solemn bars.

⁠Far out in the night,
⁠On the wavering sight
I see a dark hull loom;
⁠And its light on high,
⁠Like a Cyclops' eye,
Shines out through the mist and gloom.

⁠Now the winds well up