108 PODS OF nU.OtlU.TJOlf J.lO) J'A.lfar.
P4RT Vtl."Tms Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopea down to the aea.
How loudly hie sweet voice he rean I
He loves to tAlk with m&rinerea
That come from a far oountree."He kneels 1\t morn, and noon, and ev&-
He hath a cushion. plump:
It ie the m088 that wholly hidea
The rottE-d old oak-stump.(^11) The akitf-boat neu'd : I heiU'd them talk,
- Why, tbia is atrange, I trow I
Where are tboae ligbta, ao mAny and fair,
That signAl made but now 1'
"' Strl\nge, by my faith,' the Hermit said-
' .A.Jld they anawer'd not our cheer J
The planb look warp'd, and eee theae A&ils,
How thin they a re and aere I
Inner aaw aught like to them,
Unlcaa perchance it were(^11) ' Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My foJ:eBt-brook along;
When the ivy-tod ia heavy with mow,
And the owlet whoope to the wolf below,
That eats the ehe-wolrs ynung.'
"'Dear Lord I it hath a fisndiab look'-
(The Pilot made r eply)
'1 am a-fear'd.'-^1 Po.ah on, pnah on I '
Said the Hermit cheerily.
"The boa.t came closer to the ablp,
Bd I nor spake nor atirr'd;
The boat came eloee beneath the ehip,
And straight a sound waa heard.
"Under the water it rumbled 011,
Still louder and more dread :
It reaeh'd the ebip, it aplit the bay;
The ahip went down like la&d.