Chapter 32

“Near the Ceraunian rocks our course we bore; The shortest passage to th’ Italian shore. Now had the sun withdrawn his radiant light, And hills were hid in dusky shades of night: We land, and, on the bosom of the ground, A safe retreat and a bare lodging found. Close by the shore we lay; the sailors keep Their watches, and the rest securely sleep. The night, proceeding on with silent pace, Stood in her noon, and view’d with equal face Her steepy rise and h…