A sea-gull's wing would make her sing,
And eye with smiles her wedding-ring.
If signal high flew in the sky,
She knew the Easter Bell was nigh,
And pulled a rose, as wife that knows
Her good man cometh at the close.
The white ship came—'twas not the name!
And Nora Lee was not the same.
III.
The kraken grim, in dream, did swim
Beside the Easter Bell, and him.
The ocean swell and harbor bell
Chimed in an endless passing knell.
In gleaming green of breaker's sheen,
The pallid light of death was seen.
The shaping clouds, the mist, like shrouds,
Floated in ever-thickening crowds,—
Till piping wind her blood did bind,
Froze by the phantoms of the mind.