When eastern breezes, yet enervate, rise; The waning moon behind a watery shroud Pale glimmered o’er the long protracted cloud; A mighty halo round her silver throne, With parting meteors crossed, portentous shone: This in the troubled sky full oft prevails, Oft deemed a signal of tempestuous gales. While young Arion sleeps, before his sight Tumultuous swim the visions of the night: Now, blooming Anna with her happy swain Approached the sacred hymeneal fane; Anon, tremendous lightnings flash between, And funeral pomp, and weeping loves are seen: Now with Palemon, up a rocky steep, Whose summit trembles o’er the roaring deep, With painful step he climbed; while far above Sweet Anna charmed them with the voice of love: Then sudden from the slippery height they fell, While dreadful yawned, beneath, the jaws of hell.— Amid this fearful trance, a thundering sound He hears, and thrice the hollow decks rebound; Upstarting from his couch on deck he sprung, Thrice with shrill note the boatswain’s whistle rung: ‘All hands unmoor!’ proclaims a boisterous cry; ‘All hands unmoor!’ the caverned rocks reply: Roused from repose aloft the sailors swarm, And with their levers soon the windlass arm: The order given, up springing with a bound, } They fix the bars, and heave the windlass round; } At every turn the clanging pauls resound: } Up-torn reluctant from its oozy cave The ponderous anchor rises o’er the wave. High on the slippery masts the yards ascend, And far abroad the canvass wings extend. Along the glassy plain the vessel glides, While azure radiance trembles on her sides; The lunar rays in long reflection gleam, With silver deluging the fluid stream. Levant and Thracian gales alternate play, Then in th’ Egyptian quarter die away. A calm ensues; adjacent shores they dread, The boats, with rowers manned, are sent ahead; With cordage fastened to the lofty prow Aloof to sea the stately ship they tow; The nervous crew their sweeping oars extend, And pealing shouts the shore of Candia rend: Success attends their skill! the danger’s o’er: The port is doubled, and beheld no more. Now morn with gradual pace advanced on high, Whitening with orient beam the twilight sky: She comes not in refulgent pomp arrayed, But frowning stern, and wrapt in sullen shade. Above incumbent mists, tall Ida’s height, Tremendous rock! emerges on the sight; North-east, a league, the isle of Standia bears, And westward, Freschin’s woody cape appears. In distant angles while the transient gales Alternate blow, they trim the flagging sails; The drowsy air attentive to retain, As from unnumbered points it sweeps the main. Now swelling stud-sails on each side extend,