Now with Palemon, up a rocky steep,
Whose summit trembles o’er the roaring deep,
With painful step he climbed; while far above
Sweet Anna charmed them with the voice of love:
Then sudden from the slippery height they fell,
While dreadful yawned, beneath, the jaws of hell.—
Amid this fearful trance, a thundering sound
He hears, and thrice the hollow decks rebound;
Upstarting from his couch on deck he sprung,
Thrice with shrill note the boatswain’s whistle rung: