But still she loved him—wonder’d where he stray’d
In this loud night! and if he were afraid. 530
More than one hour she thought, and, dropping then,
In sudden sleep, cried loudly “Spare him, men!
And do no murder!”—then, awaked, she rose,
And thought no more of trying for repose.
’Twas past the dead of night; when every sound
That nature mingles might be heard around;
But none from man—man’s feeble voice was hush’d,
Where rivers swelling roar’d, and woods were crush’d;