And stretch his form and look steadfast
And frightful, and as one aghast
And ghostly from his hollow eyes.
He lean'd and then he raised his head,
And look'd for Vasques, but in vain;
He laid his two great arms crosswise,
Took breath a time with trembling main,
Then peered again along the plain.
Lo! from the sands another face,
The last that follow'd through the deep,