And all alone went she.
The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o’er, and o’er the sand,
And 'round, and 'round the sand,
As far as eye could see;
The blinding mist came down and hid the land,
And never home came she.
“O is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—
A tress o’ golden hair—
O’ drowned maiden’s hair,