III.

"Mewn cof anwyl." So sings all night the never-resting sea; And stars look down with tender, loving eyes; The air is filled with saddening memories Of what was once--but ne'er again may be. "Here lie the lost!" the ocean seems to moan; "I yearn to clasp them to my throbbing heart "In fond embrace: The lost--myself a part! So near--so near--and yet I mourn alone!"