Into each other's eyes with fear,
We looked through helpless tears, as still,
One after one, near and more near,
The signals pealed, until
We looked through helpless tears, as still,
One after one, near and more near,
The signals pealed, until
The thick storm seemed to break apart
To show us, staggering to her grave,
The fated brig. We had no heart
To look, for naught could save.
To show us, staggering to her grave,
The fated brig. We had no heart
To look, for naught could save.
One glimpse. of black hull heaving slow,
Then closed the mists o'er canvas torn
And tangled ropes swept to and fro
From masts that raked forlorn.
Then closed the mists o'er canvas torn
And tangled ropes swept to and fro
From masts that raked forlorn.
Weeks after, yet ringed round with spray,
Our island lay, and none might land;
Though blue the waters of the bay
Stretched calm on either hand.
Our island lay, and none might land;
Though blue the waters of the bay
Stretched calm on either hand.
And when at last from the distant shore
A little boat stole out, to reach
Our loneliness, and bring once more
Fresh human thought and speech,
A little boat stole out, to reach
Our loneliness, and bring once more
Fresh human thought and speech,
