There was one cry, as if long-pent grief
Mastered resolve, and sought relief.
One indrawn gasp of the struggling breath—
And the lip that drew it seemed still’d in death.
They rais’d from the deck that senseless form,
And even those crime-chill’d hearts grew warm
With pity. They put back her raven hair,
Bar’d her white neck to the cool sea air,
And dash’d the spray on her forehead fair;
Till slowly unclos’d her languid eyes,