Excerpt from The North Shore Watch: A Threnody The North Shore Watch: A Threnody. I. First dead of all my dead that are to be, Who at life's flush with me wast wont to roam The pine-fringed borders of this surging sea, From far and lonely lands Love brings me home To this wide water's foam; Here thou art fallen in thy joyful days, Life quench'd within thy breast, light in thy eyes; And darkly from thy ruin'd beauty rise These flowerless myrtle-sprays; The hills we trod enfold thee evermore, The gray and sleepless sea breaks round the orphan'd shore. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.