FOUND DROWNED.
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We hurried with faces pale and set.
Oh, the steel-blue sky! oh, the cold and wet!
The moon was hidden, the grass was damp
With ghostly fogs, and the wild, fierce tramp
Of the wind swept through the shuddering trees.
Oh, dreary forest! oh, cold, bleak seas!
Oh, the steel-blue sky! oh, the cold and wet!
The moon was hidden, the grass was damp
With ghostly fogs, and the wild, fierce tramp
Of the wind swept through the shuddering trees.
Oh, dreary forest! oh, cold, bleak seas!
The waters gurgled; the tide rushed in,—
In o'er the moaning bar,
The fatal harbor bar,—
And we heard the thunderous roar and din
Of the ocean depths afar.
The gloom grew denser, the night fell down
Over the sea, the harbor, the town;
The wild gull screamed from the craggy rocks,
The fishing-schooners creaked in the docks;
And through the masts of the wreck on the lee
The mad winds shrieked in their fiendish glee.
In o'er the moaning bar,
The fatal harbor bar,—
And we heard the thunderous roar and din
Of the ocean depths afar.
The gloom grew denser, the night fell down
Over the sea, the harbor, the town;
The wild gull screamed from the craggy rocks,
The fishing-schooners creaked in the docks;
And through the masts of the wreck on the lee
The mad winds shrieked in their fiendish glee.
Oh, I remember it all so well!
It is graven on stone,
My heart's cold marble stone,—
So cold it is I shrink to look
Into its chambers lone.
All feeling I had was killed so dead,
I never writhed when the spirit fled.
Oh, the world is a desert! and life is bleak!
If the soul be willing the flesh is weak!
But I'm looking vaguely, sometime, for light,—
In the Hereafter will all be right?
It is graven on stone,
My heart's cold marble stone,—
So cold it is I shrink to look
Into its chambers lone.
All feeling I had was killed so dead,
I never writhed when the spirit fled.
Oh, the world is a desert! and life is bleak!
If the soul be willing the flesh is weak!
But I'm looking vaguely, sometime, for light,—
In the Hereafter will all be right?
