English poem
Rich sails were seen to flutter near by upon the sea
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Rich sails were seen to flutter near by upon the sea; Then said the high-born maiden: “Ah, wellaway! Woe’s me! Would that I ne’er were living!” the wretched one was sighing: “Many a doughty warrior this day for me shall here in death be lying.”
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