Epitaph
These are two friends whose lives were undivided;So let their memory be, now they have glidedUnder the grave; let not their bones be parted,For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.
This morn thy gallant barkSailed on a sunny sea:'Tis noon, and tempests darkHave wrecked it on the lee.Ah woe! ah woe!By Spirits of the deepThou'rt cradled on the billowTo thy eternal sleep.
Thou sleep'st upon the shoreBeside the knelling surge,And Sea-nymphs evermoreShall sadly chant thy dirge.They come, they come,The Spirits of the deep,--While near thy seaweed pillowMy lonely watch I keep.
From far across the seaI hear a loud lament,By Echo's voice for theeFrom Ocean's caverns sent.O list! O list!The Spirits of the deep!They raise a wail of sorrow,While I forever weep.
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