[NORA LEE.]
I.
Away from Howth into the south
A stanch brave ship left harbor-mouth.
The Easter Bell, all sails a-swell,
Gallantly swept to sea they tell,
And Nora flamed like one ashamed,
When her fair sailor-man they named.
II.
Three moons did heap the cresting deep
Since Nora Lee was wed at Dreep.
Up from the dim grey ocean's rim
No tidings came of ship, or him.