Once fairest of young brides!—and never more,
Loved as thou wert, may human tear be shed
Above thy rest! No mark the proud seas keep,
To show where he that wept may pause again to weep!
LX.
So the depths took thee! Oh! the sullen sense
Of desolation in that hour compress’d!
Dust going down, a speck, amidst th’ immense
And gloomy waters, leaving on their breast
The trace a weed might leave there! Dust!—the thing