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Like statues fixed, that gallant band Stood on the dread deck to die; The sleet was their shroud, the wind their dirge, And their churchyard the sea and sky.

—Fond eyes watch'd by their native shore, And prayers to the wild winds gave; But never again came that stately ship To breast the English wave.

Hope grew fear, and fear grew hope, Till both alike were done; And the bride lay down in her grave alone, And the mother without her son.

Years past, and of that goodly ship Nothing of tidings came; Till, in after-time, when her fate had grown But a tale of fear and a name—

It was beneath a tropic sky The tale was told to me; The sailor who told, in his youth had been Over that icy sea.

He said it was fearful to see them stand, Nor the living nor yet the dead, And the light glared strange in the glassy eyes Whose human look was fled.

For frost had done one half life's part, And kept them from decay; Those they loved had mouldered, but these Look'd the dead of yesterday.

Peace to the souls of the graveless dead! 'Twas an awful doom to dree; But fearful and wondrous are thy works, O God! in the boundless sea! lOLE.