Up from the rocky beach the clusters run,
And spread their purple ripeness to the sun.
The varied scenes we pass with luckless speed,
The fleeting beauties rapidly recede.
For, from the mazy chambers of the sky,
Loos'd by chill Boreas, all the breezes fly;
From the bright pole with force gigantic hurl'd,
Urge the swift passage through the wat'ry world.
Unconscious winds, why waft your speeding gales?
Why breath your influence on the ruffian sails?