A Sailor'S Wife

Into port when the sun was setting Rode the ship that bore my love, Over the breakers wildly fretting, Under the skies above.

Down to the beach I ran to meet him; He would come as he had said: And he came--in a sailor's coffin, Dead! . . . . . .

O the ships of the sea! the lovers Torn by them apart!... The tide has nothing now to tell me, The breakers break my heart!