Unbroken mists upon the water
Veil the island’s silhouette;
Just a shadowland, it caught her
Soul in its relentless clutch
With just a touch of violet
Amid an iridescent grey.

Alone, she stood and gazed far yonder,
Drawn unto the dusky light—
‘twas a sight to make one ponder
All the beauty of the world:
The water pearled with ripples, white,
When sunlight fades, when rests the day.

And as she looked out o’er the ocean,
To the bleak horizon flocked
Graceful gulls in sweeping motion,
Past her soaring far abroad;
And in untrodden lands she walked
Alone, to watch them fly away.

The currents rippled to the shoreland,
Crawling o’er the sandy beach;
Quiet waves unto her beckoned,
Calling her to water’s rim;
Her figure, slim, bent down to reach
The dewy mist of ocean’s spray.

She leaned so far, the swift tides caught her
In their harsh, relentless hold;
Down she sank into dark water,
Taken by unending sleep.
Above the deep, the sun, all gold,
Knew naught, but shone in bright array.

The world looked on in cold defiance,
Caring naught of what had passed.
All the seas danced on in silence,
O’er the maiden’s stony form,
No longer warm, but cold at last—
At peace, in death’s embrace, she lay.

The quiet mountains shadowed over
Where she last had danced abroad—
In the sands, there grew a clover,
Solitary in its grace.
And in that place of crumbled sod
Sweet heaven cast a blissful ray.