Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown,
But all is not thine own!
"To thee the love of woman hath gone down,
Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head,
O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown,
Yet must thou hear a voice—restore the dead!
Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee!
Restore the dead thou sea!"
Hemans.