The sands lay heaved, as heaved by waves,
As fashion'd in a thousand graves:
And wrecks of storm blown here and there,
And dead men scatter'd everywhere;
And strangely clad they seem'd to be
Just as they sank in that old sea.
The mermaid with her splendid hair
Had clung about a wreck's beam there;
And sung her song of sweet despair,
The time she saw the seas withdrawn