ON
THE
FATE
OF
CAPTAIN
G*****
Sad
on
the
margin
of
the
deep
,
I
saw
a
lady
sit
and
weep
,
Arrayed
in
robes
of
white
;
Below
she
mark'd
the
billows
rise
,
Above
the
dark
unsettled
skies
,
Nor
shiver'd
at
the
sight
.
No
terror
in
her
looks
I
trac'd
,
While
lightnings
gleam
wild
o'er
the
waste
,
And
hideous
thunders
roar
.
For
O
!
the
mind
o'ercharg'd
with
care
,
The
heart-struck
marble
,
in
despair
,
Alas
!
can
feel
no
more
.
But
,
like
soft
rains
'
midst
summer
sun
,
Her
tears
in
mild
composure
run
From
either
beaming
eye
;
And
as
the
gentle
gales
of
Spring
,
When
eve
descends
with
sable
wing
,
So
heav'd
her
bosom-sigh
.
At
length
,
in
moving
strains
,
but
mild
,
Through
hollow
rocks
,
in
echoes
wild
,
These
words
assail'd
mine
ear
:
"
Ye
raving
winds
!
thou
rolling
sea
!
"
Your
boist'rous
rage
is
lost
on
me
,
"
I
have
no
more
to
fear
.
"
Thou
treach'rous
overswelling
main
,
"
O
!
couldst
thou
give
my
love
again
"
To
my
sad
widow'd
sight
;
"
Although
his
eyes
be
sunk
in
death
,
"
His
icy
lips
be
void
of
breath
,
"
I'd
kiss
them
with
delight
.
"
What's
this
I
see
!
—
my
fancy
raves
!
"
Three
lovely
forms
stretch'd
on
the
waves
,
"
And
floating
to
the
shore
.
"
O
my
lost
children
!
is
it
you
?
"
They
answer
not
—
"
Adieu
,
adieu
!
"
She
sigh'd
,
and
said
no
more
.