To the tempest’s howl she listen’d,
O’er the dashing waves she hung;
Rais’d to Heav’n the eye that glisten’d,
With the full tear which poignant grief had sprung.
Then exclaim’d, “Ah! troubled ocean,
“Tell me where beneath the wave,
“Tell me where, with love’s devotion,
“I may seek my lost, my lovely William’s grave?
“Well ye know that I have lost him,
“Well ye know he’s in the deep,