To close, with looks of love, my eyes?”
All hands aloft—loud blows the wind,
Surrounding billows loudly roar;
He gave one sigh, and sank resigned
To hope, and think, and love no more.
The morning sun in glory rose,
The gale was hushed, and still’d the wave;
The sea boy found his last repose,
And in the ocean’s breast a grave.
