Thou, mortal, wast the bark I saw

Thou, mortal, wast the bark I saw; The waters, were the sea of life; And thou, alas! too well dost know, What storms were imaged in the strife Of winds and waves. The hopes of youth, Thou, in that bark's lost crew, may'st see,— All buried now within that smooth, Vast, boundless deep,—eternity:— And I, a spirit though I be, Can pity still, and weep for thee.