To me thou must not silent be.
Of the slaves who round me muster,
Each the allotted task doth know;
Some aloft the sails to manage,
Some upon the bench to row.
The lady captives soft and gentle
Twine on deck the mazy dance—
Deftly wearing flowery carpets,
Couch for Lord in dreamy trance.’
—‘Thou’st answer’d, and I answer thee—