Fearful they ask, but dread the sad reply,
And many a sailor tells the friendly lie—
“There is no danger—that is, we believe,
And think—and hope”—but this does not deceive,
Although it soothes them; while they look around,
Trembling at every sight and every sound. 230
Let me not dwell on terrors——It is dark,
And lights are carried to and fro, and hark!
There is a cry—“a boat, a boat at hand!” }
What a still terror is there now on land! }