⁠Freshets or shallows;
Wells where no beam can burn
Through frondage of the fern
That hides from hart and hern
⁠The haunt it hallows.

Peace with all graves on earth
For death or sleep or birth
Be alway, one in worth
⁠One with another;
But when my time shall be,
O mother, O my sea,
Alive or dead, take me,
⁠Me too, my mother.