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On the mid-seas a knell!—for man was there,
Anguish and love—the mourner with his dead!
A long low-rolling knell—a voice of prayer—
Dark glassy waters, like a desert spread,—
And the pale-shining Southern Cross on high,
Its faint stars fading from a solemn sky,
Where mighty clouds before the dawn grew red;—
Were these things round me?—Such o'er memory sweep

Then the broad lonely sunrise!—and the plash
Into the sounding waves^18[1]!—around her head
They parted, with a glancing moment's flash,
Then shut—and all was still. And now thy bed
Is of their secrets, gentlest Leonor!
Once fairest of young brides!—and never more,
Lov'd as thou wert, may human tear be shed
Above thy rest!—No mark the proud seas keep,