Chapter 37 No.37

The arctic[363] Sun rose broad above the wave;

The breeze now sank, now whispered from his cave;170

As on the ?olian harp, his fitful wings

Now swelled, now fluttered o'er his Ocean strings.[fc]

With slow, despairing oar, the abandoned skiff

Ploughs its drear progress to the scarce seen cliff,

Which lifts its peak a cloud above th