voyage

Next day is storm'd. Awakening I gazed forth,
And saw a slanting wall of liquid gray
Shutting out park and pale, while overhead
The black clouds droop'd their banners drifting east;
Then gazing southward, through the mists I saw
The ghostly glimmer of the distant Ocean!
Desolate as a soul that leaps from heaven,
The wild rain flung itself into the sea,
And sobbing, choked and drown'd!
The day drew on.
Slowly at intervals, with dismal yawns,
The guests descended to the breakfast-rooms,