Nor dreamed that aught could injure me.
But soon appeared a darksome cloud,
Its sable folds unfurling fast,
Till with a gloomy, frightful shroud
The deep-blue heavens were overcast.
Then rose a moan upon the air,
The dismal winds were roused from sleep,
The lightnings flashed their fiery glare,
And echoing thunders shook the deep.
Now on some angry billow tost,