Theano

These words, renowned Phocæa, were the last Theano said,
As she went down into the night that none hath harvested.
Hapless am I, Apellichus, beloved husband mine,
Where in the wide, wide waters is now that bark of thine?
My doom hath come upon me, and would to God that I
Had felt my hand in thy dear hand on the day I had to die.