IV.
As down the beach descending
We drave the quivering boat,
A gleam of moonlight, rending
The darkness, showed afloat
The labouring Vessel, shattered,
With tackle rent and tattered,
Amid the tempest heaving,
Her course to ruin cleaving;
Then fast the surf we smote,
And, boldly toward her steering,
Still Guy our courage cheering,
The deadly breakers clearing,
We strained across the tide;
And on,'mid lightnings gleaming,—
The winds about us screaming,
The rain in rivers streaming,—
We struggled to her side.