And we saw the sea beneath its track
Grow dark as the frowning
sky,
And water-spouts, with a rushing sound,
Like giants, passed
us by.
And all around, ’twixt sky and sea,
A hollow wind did blow;
And the waves were heaved from the ocean
depths,
And the ship rocked
to and fro.
I knew it was that fierce death-calm
Its horrid hold undoing,
And I saw the plagues of wind and storm
Their missioned work
pursuing.
There was a yell in the gathering winds,
A groan in the heaving
sea,
And the captain rushed from the hold below,
But he durst not look
on me.
He seized each rope with a madman’s
haste,
And he set the helm
to go,
And every sail he crowded on
As the furious winds
did blow.
And away they went, like autumn leaves
Before the tempest’s
rout,
And the naked masts with a crash came
down,
And the wild ship tossed
about.
The men, to spars and splintered boards,
Clung, till their strength
was gone,
And I saw them from their feeble hold
Washed over one by one.
And ’mid the creaking timber’s
din,
And the roaring of the
sea,
I heard the dismal, drowning cries
Of their last agony.
There was a curse in the wind that blew,
A curse in the boiling
wave;
And the captain knew that vengeance came
From the old man’s
ocean grave.
And I heard him say, as he sate apart,
In a hollow voice and
low,
’Tis a cry of blood doth follow
us,
And still doth plague
us so!’
And then those heavy iron chests
With desperate strength
took he,
And ten of the strongest mariners
Did cast them into the
sea.
And out, from the bottom of the sea,
There came a hollow
groan;—
The captain by the gunwale stood,
And he looked like icy
stone—
And he drew in his breath with a gasping
sob,
And a spasm of death
came on.
And a furious boiling wave rose up,
With a rushing, thundering
roar,—
I saw the captain fall to the deck,
But I never saw him
more.
Two days before, when the storm began,
We were forty men and
five,
But ere the middle of that night
There were but two alive.
The child and I, we were but two,
And he clung to me in
fear;
Oh! it was pitiful to see
That meek child in his
misery,
And his little prayers to hear!
At length, as if his prayers were
heard,
’Twas calmer,
and anon
The clear sun shone, and warm and low
A steady wind from the
west did blow,
And drove us gently on.
And on we drove, and on we drove,
That fair young child
and I,
But his heart was as a man’s in
strength,
And he uttered not a
cry.