She mads with those high dreams, the unconfined
Horizon hides, and turns, for our despair, to wistful hopes.
Here dwells she, gracious, unrebellious, kind,
Knowing, since Fate is Lord, the strife how vain;
Knowing, for all her birthright of disdain,
Her spirit touched to pity as the sea stirs to the wind.
Here dwells she, unrebellious, past surprise,
Tranquil through tears, save when she evokes the ghost
Of Hope's Armadas with their piteous host
Foundering, betrayed anew eternally before her eyes.