Drowned in the sea,
But that no dream it was the tears she shed.
When life's white rose its latest leaf was shedding,
And o'er her broke
The sobs of mourners in her chamber treading,
Vaguely she spoke:
He knew not of my weeping at his wedding!
Those simple words, in whispered cadence spoken,
All winds repeat;
I shudder at the tale which they betoken,