That forked flash, that pealing crash,
Seemed from the wave to sweep her:
She’s on the rock, with a terrible shock—
And the wail comes louder and deeper,
The life-boat! Man the life-boat!
Quick! man the life-boat! See—the crew
Gaze on their watery grave:
Already, some, a gallant few,
Are battling with the wave;
And one there stands, and wrings his hand