Around the prow the waters curled,
And wreaths of spray, formed one by one,
Made rainbows in the shining sun.
The lively breeze then stiffer grew,
The sail-boat leaped and darted through
Each billow as it struck her breast,
Or, mounting upward, skimmed the crest,
Plunged down into the hollow graves,
Made by the fast advancing waves,
Then rose again with graceful bound,