On the wild sea, so vast, so still, so lone!
On my own native Scotland’s hallowed ground,
In a low glen, from worldly din afar,
The stars look down upon the grassy mound
Where she is laid—my young life’s morning star—
And in the trackless deep, the bud she gave
From her fond bosom, fills a briny grave.
And with this one, all that my heart has left,
I raise my altar where your heaven glows;
Here the lone pair, of all they loved bereft,