She rowed along the bosom of the main
Beneath the wall, as danger she would woo,
Yet shuddered too at times—for Morton there she knew.
XXXV.
Oh, marvellous variety of minds!
Oh, Nature’s handiwork of subtile shades!
From the same breast the stream to life that binds
In foster-sisterhood drew both these maids.
Yet one with gentlest bosom shrinks and fades
Before the peril which doth rouse the other;