“Where art thou wandering, Rachel? let me hear?”—
“The fleet! the fleet!” she answer’d, “will appear
Within the bay, and I shall surely know
The news to-night!—turn tide, and breezes blow! 30
For if I lose my time, I must remain
Till the next year before they come again!”
“What can they tell thee, Rachel?”—
“Should I say,
I must repent me to my dying day.
Then I should lose the pension that they give;