She again took her Glass; and the Boat she could trace,
For the Gunwale was painted in white and in blue;
She distinguished the pair whom she longed to embrace,
And the Features of Colin were full in her View.
Then awhile from the Pleasure she sadly withdrew,
And forc’d her Attention on trifles that past;
“Oh, harder it blows!” she exclaim’d—it was true,
And Clouds roll’d on Clouds by the Strength of the Blast.
She gazes intensely; “[’Tis] danger,” she cried;
And a Youth who had been a whole Summer at sea 30