Chapter VII

So his vain toils he coldly now surveyed;
He had but sunk a bolder wing to try;
He snatched the weepers from the hated glade,
And bore them lightly to the shallop nigh;
Then sprang into the stern, and cheerly bade
The dusky pilot his deft paddle ply;--
While, shoved from shore, the settling skiff descends
Low in the flood, and with the burden bends.