’Till, from the deck, her Draco’s well known form
Sprung mid the yawning waves, and buffetted the Storm.
XXI.
Long, on the swelling surge sustain’d
Brave Draco sought the shore,
Watch’d the dark Maid, but ne’er complain’d,
Then sunk, to gaze no more!
Poor Zelma saw him buried by the wave—
And, with her heart’s true Love, plung’d in a wat’ry grave.