And the brow she hath press’d shall the cold wave kiss!
For the sake of that bright one, that waiteth for me,
Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.
“She hath been in my dreams”—His voice failed there,
They gave no heed to his dying prayer;
They have lower’d him low o’er the vessel side,
Above him has closed the dark cold tide.
Where to dip the light wings the sea-bird rests,
And the blue waves dance o’er the ocean crest,
Where the billows bound and the winds sport free,