The light in vain keeps looking for his face,

Now screaming sea-fowl settle in his place.”

“His eyes are blinded with the sleety brine, His ears are deafened with the wildering noise; He asks the purpose of her fell design, But foamy waves choke up his struggling voice, Under the ponderous sea his body dips, And Hero’s name dies bubbling on his lips.

“Look how a man is lowered to his grave, A yearning hollow in the green earth’s lap; So he is sunk into the yawning wave, The plunging sea fills up the watery gap; Anon he is all gone, and nothing seen, But likeness of green turf and hillocks green.