And left her fate to the sea-gull's dirge:
Of the lover that sailed to meet his bride,
And his story gave to the secret tide:
Of the father that went on the trustless main,
And never was met by his child again:
Of the hidden things which the waves conceal,
And the sea-bird's song can alone reveal.
I tell of the ship that hath found a grave—
Her spars still float on the restless wave,
But down in the halls of the voiceless deep,