Then sprang into the stern, and cheerly bade
The dusky pilot his deft paddle ply;—
While, shoved from shore, the settling skiff descends
Low in the flood, and with the burden bends.
VIII.
Now with a giddy whirl the wheeling prow
Veering around points with the downward tide;
Then Waban’s paddle cuts the glassy flow;
The mimic whirlpools pass on either side;
The surface cleaves, the waters boil below;—