Southward away, like an ocean bird,
On the breath of a northern blast,
Sailed the Bunch o’ Keys; and following seas
Laughed loud as they thundered past.
She struggled from moon to moon again,
While a hurricane round her leapt;
Till her master and crew aweary grew,
And murmured their Maker slept.
Then many an angry and fearful eye
Bent aglow on the vessel’s mate,