and saw the whole sea before you deafened with that
hubbub of voices! Tyrant love! what force dost thou not
put on human hearts? Again she has to condescend to
tears, again to use the weapons of entreaty, and bow her 35
spirit in suppliance under love’s yoke, lest she should have
left aught untried, and be rushing on a needless death.
“Anna, you see there is hurrying all over the shore—they
are met from every side; the canvas is already wooing
the gale, and the joyful sailors have wreathed the sterns.
If I have had the foresight to anticipate so heavy a blow,