Of drowning seamen on the breakers by;
For there were rocks, that when the tides were low
Appear’d, and vanish’d when the waters flow;
And there she stood, all patient to behold
Some seaman’s body on the billows roll’d. 120
“One calm, cold evening, when the moon was high,
And rode sublime within the cloudless sky,
She sat within her hut, nor seem’d to feel
Or cold or want, but turn’d her idle wheel,
And with sad song its melancholy tone