But the wild ocean rolled before her home;
And, listening long unto its fearful moan,
She thought of myriads who had found their rest
Down in its caverns, silent, deep, and lone.
Then rose the prayer within her heart of hearts,
With the dark phantoms of a coming grief,
That "Nino, Ossoli, and I may go
Together;—that the anguish may be brief."
The bark spread out her pennons proud and free,
The sunbeams frolicked with the wanton waves;