XXX.

Sudden the chorus ceased--the shallops stopt-- The oars arose like spear-shafts in the air; “_Parad!_” a voice exclaimed, like music dropt Upon the gale that hastened swift to bear The summons to the victims of Despair. Down fell the oars again, and swift each hand The green wave lashed, till urged those Nereids fair Their prows with rival speed upon the strand, And soon in beauteous file upon the beach they land.