Classic Poem

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.