[Going; but pauses as he sees Agnes by the beach.]
See, she listens by the shore,
As to airy songs afloat.
So she listen’d in the boat
As the stormy surge it tore,—
Listening, to the thwart she clung,—
Listening still, the sea-foam hoar
From her open forehead flung.
’Tis as though her ear were changing
Function, and her eye were listening.