Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping; in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept, -
And so I kept
Brimming the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
SHELLEY.
The dawn had fairly broken, but that was all, when Winthrop and old Mr. Cowslip met on the little wharf landing which served