Pleasure-Pain

One sails away to sea, to sea,

One stands on the shore and cries;

The ship goes down the world, and the light

On the sullen water dies.

The whispering shell is mute,

And after is evil cheer;

She shall stand on the shore and cry in vain,

Many and many a year.

But the stately wide-winged ship

Lies wrecked, lies wrecked on the unknown deep;

Far under, dead in his coral bed,

The lover lies asleep.