Such shrieks I heard, sounds all so strange and dread,
That from the strand with shuddering haste I fled,
Plyed as for life my oars, nor backward bent my head.
And though since then hath flown full many a year,
Still sinks my heart, still shake my limbs with fear,
Soon as yon awful island meets mine eye!
Cross we our breasts! say, ‘Ave!’ and pass by!”
IV.
The isle is past. And still in tranquil pride
Bears the rich bark its treasures o’er the tide.