Who shall put forth on thee,
Unfathomable Sea? 10
Percy Bysshe Shelley.
CCXLIX
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers are round her sighing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying.
She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, 5
Every note which he loved awaking;—