THE SEA-SERPENT. 
9 
IV. 
But see ! through the waves what cometh here, 
with its smoke, and flame, and glittering light, — 
like a demon burst loose from another sphere, 
to career till morn through the shades of night ? 
On, on, like a king it walks the waves ! See 
how its glare illumes the sky ! Neptune and all 
his hosts are slaves, when the glorious steamer 
dashes by ! 
Lightly, and brightly, on she speeds, by the 
yacht becalmed, and the tall ship, — ah! little 
the calm or gale she heeds, — away she shoots 
like a shooting star ! 
This broke the spell. Enchanted they woke 
from the slumberous stillness the hour threw 
around them. Yet first the ladies spoke, — but 
that, you know, is nothing new. 
v. 
u This is the hour I truly love,” said a musical 
voice in accents low ; “so calm below, so clear 
above, while the waves like burnished mirrors 
