He follow’d still the distant sound;
He saw the lightning flashing round;
He heard the crashing thunder roar;
He felt the whelming torrents pour;
And, now beneath a shelt’ring wood
He listen’d to the tumbling flood—
And now, with falt’ring, feeble breath,
The famish’d Lascar, pray’d for Death.
V.
And now the flood began to rise