In harbour, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him;
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son, a sickly one:
Another hand crept too across his trade 110
Taking her bread and theirs: and on him fell,
Altho’ a grave and staid God-fearing man,
Yet lying thus inactive, doubt and gloom.
He seem’d, as in a nightmare of the night,
To see his children leading evermore 115