Of lone inland volcanoes, some soft breeze
Had run her slowly on the coral reefs,
And the blue waves had rippled o’er her grave,
There was a nine days’ wonder;—men inquired,
Where was the man, whose wealth, without an heir,
(So lost, so wonderfully won again,
After he left the country, by the faith
Of an old servant, thought to have been slain,)
Was fabulously splendid? And some said
There was a Will; all he might have was left