Tho' thy crest feel the wild sea's breath

Tho' thy crest feel the wild sea's breath,
Tho' tide-weight tear thy root,
Oh, guard the treasure-house, where death
Has bound my darling mute.

Tho' cold her pale lips to reward,
With love's own mysteries;
Ah, rob no daisy from her sward.
Rough gale of eastern seas!

Ah, render sere no silken bent
That by her headstone waves;
Let noon and golden summer blent
Pervade these ocean graves

And, ah, dear heart, in thy still nest.
Resign this earth of woes.
Forget the ardours of the west.
Neglect the morning glows.

Sleep and forget all things but one,
Heard in each wave of sea, —
How lonely all the years will run.
Until I rest by thee.