"The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, "The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness, "And the bay was white with silent light The angelic spi- Full many shapes, that shadows were, rits leave the dead bodies, And appear in their own forms of light. "A little distance from the prow I turned my eyes upon the deck-- "Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. "This seraph-band, each waved his hand, It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; "This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart― No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart. "But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, |