Her pale hands are clutching the sands of the sea,
And of purport unknown a reproach whispers she.
Afar rides the Prince—deep in thought rideth he;
For long years he’ll remember “the Queen of the Sea.”
THE PROPHET.
Since the Eternal Judge to me
The Prophets’ power of vision lent,
In human eyes I read, and see
Pages of vice and folly blent.
To preach of love when I began,