CHILDE HAROLD.
Emma Lazarus translation
Lo, a large black-shrouded barge Sadly moves with sails outspread, And mute creatures' muffled features Hold grim watch above the dead. Calm below it lies the poet With his fair face bare and white, Still with yearning ever turning Azure eyes towards heaven's light. As he saileth sadly waileth Some bereaven undine-bride. O'er the springing waves outringing, Hark! a dirge floats far and wide.