On His Dead Sea-Mew
From the Greek
I
Bird of the graces, dear sea-mew, whose note
Was like the halcyon’s song,
In death thy wings and thy sweet spirit float
Still paths of the night along!
II — The Sailor’s Grave
Tomb of a shipwrecked seafarer am I,
But thou, sail on!
For homeward safe did other vessels fly,
Though we were gone.