Had done me kindness, plucked me back again.
They said my reason wandered, and had found
A peaceful nook remote from sight or sound
Of busy men; there by the moonlit sea
On a soft couch I lay, where over me
Through the low lattice the sea odors crept,
And from the landward side about me swept
Soft languid waves of amorous perfume,
Of pollen-dust, of bursting bud and bloom.
Wrecked by the storm of life, and cast aside