ON THE FATE OF CAPTAIN G***** Rebekah Carmichael (later Hay) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T104666 Carmichael, Miss (Rebekah) (fl. 1790-1806). Poems. Edinburgh Peter Hill 1790 pp. [1]-3. 92p.

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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 .