The virgin heart was given to him
Without a doubting thought,
When, lo! through seeming sacrifice
A miracle was wrought;
A miracle of love and grace,
Revealing woman's power;
For, clothed in purity, he rose
To meet the coming hour.
[THE OCEAN'S MOAN.]
Last night the ocean's moan
Was to my ears
The deep sad undertone
Of vanished years,
Bearing a burden,
A bliss unattained,
A strife and a longing,
A life sad and pained,
To the shores vast and free
Of eternity's sea.
But in that undertone
Of restless pain,
Came at length a monotone
Of sweet refrain,
Bearing a passion
Long known to the sea—
Told in moments of silence
A sad heart to free—
To be borne me some day
In the ocean's own way.
And this rare monotone
Of mystery
Was now that passion-moan
Of secrecy,