A Robber Stronghold. 115 



Here through long generations the islanders have 

 laid their weary bones. Here the Marisco lords have 

 brought their dead. Here lay, ' unwept, unhonoured, 

 and unsung,' the body of the recreant knight who 

 brought the noble Raleigh to his doom. 



Here, too, by stranger hands committed to the dust, 

 have been laid the wasted forms of hapless mariners 

 who perished on this stormy sea — 



' Those for whom 

 The place was kept at board and hearth so long ; 



The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, 

 And the vain yearning woke mid festal song.' 



