THE SAILOR'S WIFE.
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"Sees he, in this hour of dread,
Hearth and home and wife and child?
Loved ones who, in summers fled,
Clung to him and wept and smiled?
"Reeling sinks the fated bark
To her tomb beneath the wave;
Must he perish in the dark—
Not a hand stretched out to save?
"See the spirits, how they crowd!
Watching death with eyes that burn!
Waves rush in" she shrieks aloud
Ere her waking sense return.
The storm is gone: the skies are clear:
Hush'd is that bitter cry of pain:
The only sound that meets her ear
The heaving of the sullen main.
