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What though all the winds were out
   In their might?
Richard's boat was tried and true;
Stanch and brave his hardy crew;
Strongest he to do or dare.
Said she, breathing forth a prayer,
"He is safe, though winds are out
   In their might!"

But at length the morning dawned.
   Still and clear!
Calm, in azure splendor, lay
All the waters of the bay;
And the ocean's angry moans
Sank to solemn undertones,
As at last the morning dawned,
   Still and clear!

With her waves of golden hair
   Floating free,
Hilda ran along the shore,
Gazing off the waters o'er;
And the fishermen replied,
"He will come in with the tide,"
As they saw her golden hair
   Floating free!

Ah! he came in with the tide—
   Came alone!
Tossed upon the shining sands—
Ghastly face and clutching hands—
Seaweed tangled in his hair—
Bruised and torn his forehead fair—
Thus he came in with the tide,
   All alone!