When we have anchored on the other shore
And Charon turns his boat earthward once more,
I wonder will not olden loves awake
Regret that Life's half-finished play is o'er!
O Restless Sea
O restless Ocean, like a guilty soul
Forever moving, seeking, never still,
What is thy mystery and what thy goal;
What is the wish thy vastness cannot fill?
The widowed ones who lonely vigil keep?
The orphaned children at the widow's side?
And victims brave who 'neath thy treachery sleep:
Are these thy conscience taunts, O Ocean wide?
