Gone was the angel at the prore,

They felt the water float their hair.

They saw the salt plain spark and shine,

They threw their faces to the sky;

Beneath a deepening film of brine

They saw the star-flash blur and die.

She sank and sank by yard and mast,

Sank down the shimmering gradual dark;

A little drooping pennon last

Showed like the black fin of a shark.