'And the sea gave up the dead which were in it.'

Two sisters stood by the window,
The winds were in their hair;
And cheek to cheek they watched and saw,
The smooth sea sleeping there.
'O sister,' said one, 'my heart beats high
For the moving of the sea;
I wait for the rising of the dead,
That will bring my lover to me.
'But the sea is calm and no stir is seen,
Yet I know the breath of the Lord
Will blow like a wind on the depths and bring
My lover to keep his word.'
'And I,' said the other sister, 'wait
For the moving of the sea;
For there, far down in its gulfs, is one
Who on earth was false to me.
'He sleeps in the depths, with a thousand things
That lie in the caverns there;
And I know, as he sleeps, that upon his breast
Is a lock of my sister's hair.'
And cheek to cheek the sisters stood,
And breathed as with one breath;
Their eyes set fast on the sleeping sea,
With its hidden things of death.