Chapter 36 No.36

She sate upon the galley's prow,

And seemed to mark the waves below;

Nay, seemed, so fixed her look and eye,

To count them as they glided by.

She saw them not-'twas seeming all-

Far other scene her thoughts recall-

A sun-scorched desert, waste and bare,

Nor waves nor breezes murmured there;

There saw she, where some careless