This memory’s haunting tone!
Then might I have relief.
Receive me, ocean! lo, to thee I come!
I, too, will share thy home:
Our bridal bed shall be of pearls and diamonds,
First loved, last loved, and fondly loved forever.
No distance e’er shall sever—”
The voice was hushed; I sped me to the strand.
Only the moonlight fell; and o’er the sand
A fountain gushed, pure as our holiest dreams.