The lurid breakers dash in rifts of white
Upon the reef, rebounding to the sky,
And yet by yonder point the trembling surf
In distance dies; as darkness coils around
Our rugged path we pause, each nerve alert.
How grand the march majestic of the night
Amid the raging tempest's grim display
Of rain and hail and that too vivid flash
Which makes the inky blackness more intense!
But now the pall is riven and behold!