Her tall masts fell like broken reeds
Into the boiling brine,
And hull and bar and canvas lay
Along the dread snow line.
Into the boiling brine,
And hull and bar and canvas lay
Along the dread snow line.
Half stunned and bleeding, on a spar,
With knotted ropes made fast,
Made sport of by the cruel waves,
Derided by the blast,
With knotted ropes made fast,
Made sport of by the cruel waves,
Derided by the blast,
I tossed upon the angry sea
Until its wrath was gone,
At morn it left me on the strand,
Half naked and alone.
Until its wrath was gone,
At morn it left me on the strand,
Half naked and alone.
I saw the wreck along the shore
By mighty billows rolled,
I saw her timbers on the sand,
Amid the slime and mold.
By mighty billows rolled,
I saw her timbers on the sand,
Amid the slime and mold.
And in the pauses of the blast,
The breakers seemed to say,
"Vengeance is mine," Jehovah saith,
"I surely will repay."
The breakers seemed to say,
"Vengeance is mine," Jehovah saith,
"I surely will repay."
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