In this sad night is piercing like the squall;
They feel their kinds of power, and when they meet,
Chide, fondle, weep, dare, threaten, or entreat.
See one poor girl, all terror and alarm,
Has fondly seized upon her lover’s arm;
“Thou shalt not venture;” and he answers “No!
I will not:” - still she cries, “Thou shalt not go.”
No need of this; not here the stoutest boat
Can through such breakers, o’er such billows float,
Yet may they view these lights upon the beach,