Glee! the great storm is over !
Four have recovered the land ;
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand.

Ring, for the scant salvation !
Toll, for the bonnie souls, —
Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
Spinning upon the shoals !

How they will tell the shipwreck 
When winter shakes the door,
Till the children ask, " But the forty ?
Did they come back no more ?"

Then a silence suffuses the story, 
And a softness the teller's eye ;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.