The light bark
Went smoothly with the tide, and floated on
Till his dark eye was scarcely visible.
On, and yet on, she bounded! The bright waves
Seemed playful in their leaping joyousness,
And the curled ripple feathered at the prow
Like a glad thing of life. Had death grown slow?
Or were the waters ‘stayed,’ that they should keep
Their cold embraces from him? On, still on,
With her quick undulations! Hope revived