But we nor changed to skiff or barge,
Or slender shallops, silvern-peak'd;
We knew no vessel, small or large,
Was built by mortal hands, but leak'd.
Beyond the blank horizon burn'd;
The moon had slid below the main;
About the bows we sharply turn'd,
And scull'd the good ship home again.
Before us gleam'd the hazy dawn;
We scull'd, but ere we shockt the lea,