Whose life is withered by the storm.
But when I saw her pallid lips
Darkling beneath the death-eclipse,
She waved me to her side and said—
I cannot speak her words—the dead
Would stir within their very tomb
To hear such tale!—Enough! she died,
And I beheld in that sea-room
A sister in my ocean-bride.
Oh! how I blessed the God above,