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 In the pools spat out by the spiteful main, Wallowing in sandy dykes and delves: And the blear-eyed filmy sea did boom With his old mysterious hungering sound: And the wet wind wail'd in the chinks of the tomb, Till the weeds in the surf were drench'd and drown'd. But once a stranger came over the wave, And paused by the pale-faced Lady's grave.

It was when, just about to set, A sadness held the sinking sun. The moon delayed to as yet: The Ave-Mary chime was done: And from the bell-tower lean'd the ringers; And in the chancel paused the singers, With lingering looks, and claspëd fingers: And the day reluctantly turn'd to his rest, Like some untold life, that leaves exprest But the half of its hungering love ere it close: So he went sadly toward his repose Deep in the heart of the slumbrous waves Kindled far off in the desolate West. And the breeze sprang up in the cool sea-caves. The castle stood with its courts in shade, And all its toothëd towers imprest On the sorrowful light that sunset made— Such a light as sleeps shut up in the breast