Once his eye glanced o’er the expanded sea,
With such a look as mocks at misery;
Who, as the poets tell,
At midnight leaves her cell
To sit the ocean rocks among,
Re-echoing the owlets’ song.
But soon again his glance is resting
On those turrets lofty and gray
Lit by a gleam of the moon’s ray.
His sires might leave them to be breasting