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Is this a chamber where I lie?
Could not as yet be o'er.
A slender girl, long-hair'd, and tall,
A prying, pitying glance on me
No vision it could be,
But that I lived, and was released
But fail'd-and she approach'd and made
And gently oped the door, and spake In whispers-ne'er was voice so sweet! Even music follow'd her light feet ;—
But those she call'd were not awake, And she went forth; but ere she pass'd, Another look on me she cast,
Another sign she made, to say That I had nought to fear, that all Were near, at my command or call,
And she would not delay
"She came with mother and with sire-
Sen me forth to the wilderness,
What mortal his own doom may guess?-
May see our coursers graze at ease
As I shall yield when safely there. Comrades, good night!"
FROM CANTO II.
THE ship, call'd the most holy "Trinidada,"
Were settled long ere Juan's sire was born;
His suite consisted of three servants and
But now lay sick and speechless on his pillow, And, rocking in his hammock, long'd for land,
His headache being increased by every billow; And the waves oozing through the porthole made His berth a little damp, and him afraid.
'Twas not without some reason, for the wind Increased at night, until it blew a gale; And though 'twas not much to a naval mind,
Some landsmen would have look'd a little pale,
For sailors are, in fact, a different kind;
At one o'clock the wind with sudden shift
Threw the ship right into the trough of the sea, Which struck her aft, and made an awkward rift,
Started the stern-post, also shatter'd the
The rudder tore away: 'twas time to sound
One gang of people instantly was put
Upon the pumps, and the remainder set To get up part of the cargo, and what not;
But they could not come at the leak as yet. At last they did get at it really, but
Still their salvation was an even bet;
The water rush'd through in a way quite puzzling,
Into the opening; but all such ingredients
Would have been vain, and they must have gone down, Despite of all their efforts and expedients,
But for the pumps : I'm glad to make them known To all the brother tars who may have need hence,
For fifty tons of water were upthrown
By them per hour, and they had all been undone,
As day advanced the weather seem'd to abate,
Kept two hand and one chain-pump still in use.
A squall came on, and while some guns broke loose, A gust-which all descriptive power transcendsLaid with one blast the ship on her beam-ends.
There she lay, motionless, and seem'd upset ;
The water left the hold, and wash'd the decks, And made a scene men do not soon forget;
For they remember battles, fires, and wrecks, Or any other thing that brings regret,
Or breaks their hopes, or hearts, or heads, or necks: Thus drownings are much talk'd of by the divers, And swimmers, who may chance to be survivors.
Immediately the masts were cut away,
Both main and mizzen: first the mizzen went, The main-mast follow'd; but the ship still lay Like a mere log and baffled our intent. Foremast and bowsprit were cut down, and they Eased her at last (although we never meant To part with all till every hope was blighted), And then with violence the old ship righted.
It may be easily supposed, while this
Was going on, some people were unquiet, That passengers would find it much amiss
To lose their lives as well as spoil their diet;