The ocean

If you passed me by!

brushed against me

In the crowd,

I am almost certain I 

Would miss thee—

For I am bowed,

And aged now— 

You’d have to call my name 

in the voice I knew so deeply,

for me to know it was the same

girl I loved so sweetly—

But that is not likely, 

as our boats were drowned,

And lost forever out at sea— 

We shall not be found—

But  I shall think of thee,

at the bottom of the ocean ground.