Menken, Adah Isaacs
How did I die?
The man I loved--he--he--ah, well!
There is no voice from the grave.13The ship that went down at sea, with seven times a
thousand souls for Death, sent back no answer.
The breeze is voiceless that saw the sails shattered in
the mad tempest, and heard the cry for mercy as one frail
arm clung to the last spar of the sinking wreck.
Fainting souls rung out their unuttered messages to the
Alas! I died not so!
I dies not so!