And inly humm’d her frantic Song;
Oft danc’d mid shadows Ev’ning spread
Along the whisp’ring willow-bed.
And wild was her groan,
When she climb’d, alone—
The rough rock’s side,
While the foaming tide,
Dash’d rudely against the sandy shore,
And the lightning flash’d mid the thunder’s roar.
And many a time she chac’d the fly,