V.

O broken ship! O starless shore! O black and everlasting night, Where love comes never any more To light man's way with heaven's light.

A godless man with bags of gold I think a most unholy sight; Ah, who so desolate at night Amid death's sleepers still and cold?

A godless man on holy ground I think a most unholy sight; I hear death trailing like a hound Hard after him, and swift to bite.