Her wave of life hath backward roll’d
To the great ocean; on whose shore
We wander up and down, to store
Some treasures of the times of old:
And aye we seek and hunger on
For precious pearls and relics rare,
Strewn on the sands for us to wear
At heart, for love of her that’s gone.
Gerald Massey (The Ballad of Babe Christabel).
These exquisite verses appear to be forgotten.