Endlessly round and round,
Waiting for the faces, the faces from the darkness,
The dreadful rising faces of the drowned.
"It was nothing but a dream," said the Empress.
"I thought I was walking on the sea;
And the foam rushed up in a wild smother,
And a crowd of little faces looked at me.
They were drowning! They were drowning," said the Empress,
"And they stretched their feeble arms to the sky;
But the worst was—they mistook me for their mother,