The storm—an emblem of my name,—
Shall keep my memory in the skies—
Its flash-wreathed wing, a flag of flame,
Shall spread my glory as it flies."
The Spirit passed, and now alone,
The darker Shadow trod the shore—
Deep from his breast the parting tone
Swept with the wind, the landscape o'er.
"Farewell! I will not speak of deeds,—
For these are written but in sand—