THE WRECK OF THE POCAHONTAS.
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A mournful breeze began to blow,
Weird music it drew through the iron bars,
The sullen billows boiled below,
And dimly peered the stars;
Weird music it drew through the iron bars,
The sullen billows boiled below,
And dimly peered the stars;
The sails that flecked the ocean floor
From east to west leaned low and fled;
They knew what came in the distant roar
That filled the air with dread!
From east to west leaned low and fled;
They knew what came in the distant roar
That filled the air with dread!
Flung by a fitful gust, there beat
Against the window a dash of rain:—
Steady as tramp of marching feet
Strode on the hurricane.
Against the window a dash of rain:—
Steady as tramp of marching feet
Strode on the hurricane.
It smote the waves for a moment still,
Level and deadly white for fear;
The bare rock shuddered,—an awful thrill
Shook even my tower of cheer.
Level and deadly white for fear;
The bare rock shuddered,—an awful thrill
Shook even my tower of cheer.
Like all the demons loosed at last,
Whistling and shrieking, wild and wide,
The mad wind raged, while strong and fast
Rolled in the rising tide.
Whistling and shrieking, wild and wide,
The mad wind raged, while strong and fast
Rolled in the rising tide.
