But on the gliding waves still fix’d his lazy look:
At certain stations he would view the stream,
As if he stood bewilder’d in a dream,
Or that some power had chain’d him for a time,
To feel a curse or meditate on crime.
This known, some curious, some in pity went,
And others question’d - “Wretch, dost thou repent?”
He heard, he trembled, and in fear resign’d
His boat: new terror fill’d his restless mind;
Furious he grew, and up the country ran,