Waves dash, their gladness sported o’er my fate;
But in the abyss no line of pity delves
Lay the wrecked hope which naught could re-create—
At least I deemed so then: and yet we parted
With blessings, and her eyes were dim with tears.
She told me I had been her friend true-hearted—
The friend she would recall in other years.
These came; and when the storm was spent there darted
Over my sombre deep as from the spheres,
The memory of those words, at first revealing