Of her who loved him—and who thus appear’d—
He tried to soothe her, but retired afraid
T’ approach, and left her to return for aid.
“None came! and Rachel in the morn was found }
Turning her wheel, without its spindles, round, 150}
With household look of care, low singing to the sound. }
“Since that event, she is what you have seen;
But time and habit make her more serene,
The edge of anguish blunted—yet, it seems,
Sea, ships, and sailors’ miseries are her dreams.”