“Your love is now tossed on the billow”
Far, far at sea.
All was dark as she woke out of breath—
Not an object her fears could discover;
All was still as the portals of death,
Save fancy, which painted her lover
Far, far at sea.
So she whispered a prayer, closed her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillow,
While in terror she echoed his cries,