Like a bright fish entangled in a net,
Flashing its silver sides,—how sweet a boon,
Seem’d her sweet light, as though it would beget,
With that fair smile, a calm upon the seas—
Peace in the sky—and coolness in the breeze!
Meantime the hail had ceased:—and all the brood
Of glaziers stole abroad to count their gains;—
At every window, there were maids who stood
Lamenting o’er the glass’s small remains,—