Classic Poem

Only an hour, and his heart was beating.
Now he laughs in a ghostly sheeting,
Still in his dream the sin repeating.

Sea, sea,
Quiet me.
Wash off my crown and my dress.
Throw the weight of your wave,
Cover me with forgetfulness
And let me sleep in my grave!

This is the night the trees were shaken.
This is the night of the all-forsaken.
This is the night he shall not waken.

Sea, sea,
Quiet me.
Cool of the infinite,
Roll to me, roll to me, roll!
Bury my body's hands of white,
And the crimson hands of my soul!