III.

"Sleep in the pure driven sand, (No one will know) In the coral isle by the land Where the blue tides come and go.

"Alive, thou wert poor, despised; Dead, thou canst have What mightiest monarchs have prized, An eternal grave!

"Alone with the lovely isles, With the lovely deep, Where the sea-winds sing and the sunlight smiles Thou liest asleep!"