And there all buried to the breast
In the hungry surf that round her prest—
With feeble arms, in anguish wild,
High o’er her head she raised her child,
Endured of winds and waves the strife,
To add a unit to its life.
I whelmed that infant in the sea
To add a pang to her misery,
And the wretched mother’s frantic yell
Came o’er me like a soothing spell!