With her fair children, one in either hand,
Intent on home, had turn’d, and saw the boat
Slipp’d from her moorings, and now far afloat;
She gazed, she trembled, and though faint her call,
It seem’d, like thunder, to confound them all.
Their sailor-guides, the boatman and his mate,
Had drank, and slept regardless of their state:
“Awake!” they cried aloud; “Alarm the shore!
Shout all, or never shall we reach it more!”
Alas! no shout the distant land can reach,