And wait the zephyr’s aiding wing;
What haste?—this hour, ill omen’d found!
The raven’s croak was heard around;
Hawks, nets, and ills of ev’ry kind
Henceforth shall haunt my boding mind;
And what does Heav’n at home deny
That thou canst wish, or Heav’n supply?”
These words in doubt Columbo hold,
Still weakly vain, and rashly bold;
At length his restless wish prevails,