'Twas hardly midnight when that fray begun, demn'd A chief on land-an outlaw on the deep- XII. He slept in calmest seeming-for his breath Of that closed eye, which opens but to pain, That shines like snow, and falls on earth as mute Through guards and dunnest night how came it there? And chill and nodding at the turret door, They stretch their listless limbs, and watch no more: XIII. She gazed in wonder," Can he calmly sleep, "While other eyes his fall or ravage weep? "And mine in restlessness are wandering here— "What sudden spell hath made this man so dear? "True-'tis to him my life, and more, I owe, "And me and mine he spared from worse than woe: ""Tis late to think-but soft-his slumber breaks"How heavily he sighs!—he starts—awakes!” |