I found her out there br On a slope few see, br That falls westwardly br To the sharp-edged air, br Where the ocean breaks br On the purple strand, br And the hurricane shakes br The solid land. br br br I brought her here, br And have laid her to rest br In a noiseless nest br No sea beats near. br She will never be stirred br In her loamy cell br By the waves long heard br And loved so well. br br br So she does not sleep br By those haunted heights br The Atlantic smites br And the blind gales sweep, br Whence she often would gaze br At Dundagel's far head, br While the dipping blaze br Dyed her face fire-red; br br br And would sigh at the tale br Of sunk Lyonnesse, br While a wind-tugged tress br Flapped her cheek like a flail; br Or listen at whiles br With a thought-bound brow br To the murmuring miles br She is far from now. br br br Yet her shade, maybe, br Will glide underground br Till it catch the sound br Of that western sea br As it swells and sobs br Where she once domiciled, br And joy in its throbs br With the heart of a child.