Is thy face like thy mothers, my fair child!

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?[276]

When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled,

And then we parted,—not as now we part,

But with a hope.—

Awaking with a start,

The waters heave around me; and on high

The winds lift up their voices: I depart,

Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,

When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.[gh]