Something fell short, or something overpast.
The lads play’d idly with the helm and oar, }
And nervous women would be set on shore, }
Till “civil dudgeon” grew, and peace would smile no more. }
Now on the colder water faintly shone
The sloping light—the cheerful day was gone; 100
Frown’d every cloud, and from the gather’d frown
The thunder burst, and rain came pattering down.
My torpid senses now my fears obey’d,
When the fierce lightning on the eye-balls play’d.