THE SAILOR'S WIFE.
Dashed, amid the foaming tide,
Full upon a sunken rock.
"His face shines out against the sky
Like a ghost, so cold and white;
With a dead despairing eye
Gazing through the gathered night
"Is he watching, through the dark
Where a mocking ghostly hand
Points a faint and feeble spark
Glimmering from the distant land?
"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?
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