after a pause of some length, raises her head hastily.)
Is it a sound of voices in the wind?
The breeze is on the rock: a gleam of sunshine
Breaks through those farther clouds. It is like hope
Upon a hopeless state.
(Starting up, and gazing eagerly around her.)
I'll to that highest crag and take my stand:
Some little speck upon the distant wave
May to my eager gaze a vessel grow—
Some onward wearing thing,—some boat—some raft—
Some drifted plank.O hope! thou quit'st us never!
(Exit, disappearing amongst the rugged divisions of the rock.)
SCENE II.A small island, from which the former is seen in the distance, like a little pointed rock standing out of the sea.
Enter Sir Hubert de Grey, followed by two Fishermen.
DE GREY.
Cloath'd in its green light, seem'd to beckon to us,
Right pleasant is: until our comrades join,
