The boy expired—the father held the clay,
And looked upon it long, and when at last
Death left no doubt, and the dead burden lay
Stiff on his heart, and pulse and hope were past,
He watched it wistfully, until away
’Twas borne by the rude wave wherein ’twas cast;
Then he himself sunk down all dumb and shivering,
And gave no sign of life, save his limbs quivering.