There are who have, at midnight hour,
In slumber scaled a dizzy tower,
And, on the verge that beetled o’er
The ocean tide’s incessant roar,
Dream’d calmly out their dangerous dream,
Till waken’d by the morning beam;
When, dazzled by the eastern glow,
Such startler[154] cast his glance below,
And saw unmeasured depth around,
And heard unintermitted sound,