Till deep immerged the sickening orb descends,
And cheerless night o’er heaven her reign extends;
Sad evening’s hour, how different from the past!
No flaming pomp, no blushing glories cast,
No ray of friendly light is seen around;
The moon and stars in hopeless shade are drown’d.
The ship no longer can whole courses bear,
To reef them now becomes the master’s care;
The sailors, summoned aft, all ready stand,
And man th’ enfolding brails at his command: