From Calvary.
[AN OPEN BOAT]
O WHAT is that whimpering there in the darkness?
"Let him lie in my arms. He is breathing, I know.
Look. I'll wrap all my hair round his neck."—"The sea's rising,
The boat must be lightened. He's dead. He must go."
See—quick—by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses,
The cloud of white faces, in the black open boat,
And the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover