Repeats the word “Danger!” in wonderful Pride,
And asks her what manner of “Danger” could be.
She knew not, but doubted; the Shore on the Lea
Was lost in her troubles—she wished them on shore:
There in Cold they would rest, but in safety would be,
And the Tide would her Treasures in safety restore.
I dwell on the Confines of Anguish, but still
Must plunge in the Midst; for the wife has again
The Tube in her Hand! ’Tis her Dread, but her Will,
To fix on the Object that gives her such pain. 40