Written in Dust. I sat one morning sadly, Upon the ocean’s strand ; And with my staff I figured A heart, deep in the sand. My thoughts were straying wildly O’er years long past and gone, I marked not that the billows Were madly rushing on. One crested wave came foaming, And swept the heart away ; No trace was left remaining, Nought but the watery spray. My own sad fate I read there, And hastened to depart ; My bitter tears fast streaming To think of that lost heart.