When smiles came oftener far than tears.
A churchyard by the restless sea,
Where, in deep calm and dreamless sleep,
The Dead lay resting peacefully,
Unheeding the tempestuous deep;
Careless alike of sun and breeze,
Or ebbing of those changeful seas.
And oft when shipwreck and despair
Came to the little sea-beat town,
Pale women, with dishevelled hair,