She strives to face the storm,—
When lo—the mainmast’s struck, and fled!—
Now her dismantled form
Reels piteously upon the wave,—
She mourns her broken beam;
And the poor seaman sees his grave
Within the turb’lent cream.
Unhappy ship!—unhappy ship!—
Ah! but an hour before
Light as a fairy didst thou skip;