By its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street,
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers[23]
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs with stealthy tread,