Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown,
And grimly darkled o'er the faces pale,
And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear[BG]
Been their familiar, and now Death was here.
L.
Some trial had been making at a raft,
With little hope in such a rolling sea,
A sort of thing at which one would have laughed,[112]
If any laughter at such times could be,
Unless with people who too much have quaffed,