The heavy gale swept over the surge; The corpse was cast to the wind and wave,— The convict has found in the green sea a grave. LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON. HOPELESS GRIEF. I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless,- Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, ex press Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death; In everlasting watch and moveless woe, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. |