And all’s right anew.
“Now, jump upon shore, ye queer little oddities!—
Eh! What is this? Where are they at all?
Where are they, and where are their tiny commodities?
Well, as I live!” He looks blank as a wall,
The poor Ferryman! Round him and round him he gazes,
But only gets deeplier lost in the mazes
Of utter bewilderment! All, all are gone—
And he stands alone,
Like a statue of stone,