Eh! what is this?—Where are they, at all?
Where are they, and where are their tiny commodities?
Well! as I live!” He looks blank as a wall,
Poor Ferryman! Round him, and round him he gazes,
But only gets deeplier lost in the mazes
Of utter bewilderment! All, all are gone—
And he stands alone,
Like a statue of stone,
In a doldrum of wonder. He turns to steer,
And a tinkling laugh salutes his ear