She sat upon a mountain, And gazed upon the sea; Beside her crouched a stag-hound, A boy stood at her knee. She fixed upon the ocean An agonized stare -- The ship is fast receding -- Her husband off they bear. "Oh, robbers! take some pity Upon my helpless state: Restore him to my fond arms! Leave me not desolate!" They heed not her entreaties, They list not to her prayer; The ship is fast receding -- Her husband off they bear. "Oh Captain! take these jewels That grace my hair of jet; And ne'er in my devotion To bless thee I'll forget." Then sudden cried the pirate, "Lady, your prayers are vain; When as my bride I sought you, You heeded not my pain. "Now for the grief I suffered I'll compensated be" -- He said; and hurled her husband Into the raging sea. Upon her snow-white bosom Sank down that Lady's head; -- "I join thee, dearest Arthur" -- Fair Rosalind is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG STILL, STILL WITH THEE by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 10. THE PALATINE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |