By love—the deep, the strong!
By the might of woman’s tears, by the passion of her sighs,
Come to me from the ocean’s dead!—by the vows we pledged, arise!”
Again she gazed with an eager glance,
Wandering and wildly bright;—
She saw but the sparkling waters dance
To the arrowy northern-light.
“By the slow and struggling death
Of hope that loathed to part,
By the fierce and withering breath