Like floating gossamer.
We saw her proud flag struck that morn—
A star once o’er the seas,—
Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn,
And sadder things than these!
We saw her treasures cast away,
The rocks with pearls were sown;
And, strangely sad, the ruby’s ray
Flash’d out o’er fretted stone.
And gold was strewn the wet sands o’er,