Her head is thrown back proudly, she seems exulting;
There is also in her look something strangely devout,
Patient, and nobly meek.
What far-away workman made her, and what was his meaning?
Was she a Victory? or Hope, or Faith?
She looks upon the sea:
The bitter sea that cast upon these rocks
Her ship of long ago.
Who knows what agony, who knows what loss
Is in her memory? What struggle of sailors