Dark and alone on a breathless deep,
On a sea of molten silver, dark
Brooding it frown’d, that evil bark!
There its broad pennon a shadow cast,
Moveless and black from the tall still mast;
And the heavy sound of its flapping sail
Idly and vainly woo’d the gale.
Hush’d was all else—had ocean’s breast
Rock’d e’en Eudora that hour to rest?
To rest? The waves tremble!—what piercing cry