Alternately the stormy scene survey’d
And his low hovel’s safety. So past on
The hour of midnight,—and, since first they knew
The solitary scene, no midnight hour
E’er seem’d so long and dreary.
While they stood,
Their hands fast link’d together, and their eyes
Fix’d on the troublous Ocean, suddenly
The breakers, bounding on the rocky shore,
Left the small wreck; and crawling on the side