11 MARCH 1893, Page 18

The wild winds leapt in sudden thunder down ; Shook

the dark waters into starry spray, And thrilled the soul of many a seaside town.

Ah, cruel are the hungry tides that drown ! They kill, yet cast ashore their tender prey ; Tossing it carelessly as seaweed brown,— Heedless of lovers young and parents grey.

But now remorse is here ! The ponderous wave

Upcoils full wearily its snowy crest,—

Of after-brooding, not of Passion, slave !— Lit by the low slant yellow of the West.

Unquiet grave ! Thyself without a grave,— Till there be no more sea,—in foam,—at rest !

JOHN HOGBEN.