And the rest rubb'd their eyes and saw a bay, shore ; For shore it was, and gradually grew Distinct, and high, and palpable to view. And then of these some part burst into tears, And at the bottom of the boat three were Asleep they shook them by the hand and head, And tried to awaken them, but found them dead. THE high moon sails upon her beauteous way, Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have Stirs rudely; but, congenial with the night, 14 MARINO FALIERO. Of sleepless lovers to a wakeful mistress, The act of opening the forbidden lattice, Of boatmen answering back with verse for verse; Lord Byron. THE ISLAND. HERE, in the grotto of the wave-worn shore, They reckon'd not, whose day was but an hour; The nightingale, their only vesper-bell, Sung sweetly to the rose the day's farewell; 16 THE ISLAND. The broad sun set, but not with lingering sweep, As in the north he mellows o'er the deep; But fiery, full, and fierce, as if he left The world for ever, earth of light bereft, Then rose they, looking first along the skies, Around him days and worlds are heedless driven, Or link'd to all we know of heaven below, Her woods, her wilds, her waters, the intense |