And folly. In silence, with awe in their bearing,
They tiptoed to look out of window and door,
Then out in the darkness and in the down-pour
Of the rain to the edge of the water they wandered.
The river was rising! They shivered and pondered,
And they peered through the gloom for help that might come,
But it came not! it came not! They turned to the home
Through the darkness of night and the chill of the air,
They groped to the house in an utter despair.
A cry of distress from without reached their ears,