The moon was streaming on a virgin dead,
And Julio sat over her insane,
Like a sea demon! o’er and o’er again,
Each cross’d him, as the stately vessel stood
Far out into the murmuring solitude!
But Julio saw not; he only heard
A rushing, like the passing of a bird,
And felt him heaving on the foam, that flew
Along the startled billows: and he knew
Of a strange sail, by broken oaths that fell