by U.

“ Came the dull murmur of the distant swell.
The wild white sea-gull screams above her head,
And bloodless roses climb about the door,
And in her heavy eyes delight is dead,
And passion lies death-bound for evermore. ”

“ Over the land a shadowy light is spread,
And with the night the storm winds die away.
The waves have brought their burden to her feet,
Her drownèd love, with blood-red seaweed crowned,
Her drownèd love — oh, bitter yoke and sweet
With which love's hands our idle hearts have bound! ”