Poems (1686)

by Anne Killigrew

II.

First take thy Hapless Way Along the Rocky Northern Shore, Infamous for the Matchless Store Of Wracks within that Bay. None o're the Cursed Beach e're crost, Unless the Robb'd, the Wrack'd, or Lost Where on the Strand lye spread, The Sculls of many Dead. Their mingl'd Bones, Among the Stones, Thy Wretched Feet must tread.