So fond, so tender, and so much afraid;
And on that spot, through many years, his mind
Turn’d mournful back, half sinking, half resign’d.
No one was present; of its crew bereft,
A single boat was in the billows left;
Sent from some anchor’d vessel in the bay,
At the returning tide to sail away.
O’er the black stern the moonlight softly play’d,
The loosen’d foresail flapping in the shade;
All silent else on shore; but from the town