lowed to clear her path,
The grum, grim grunt of her whistle, a levia-
than’s growl of wrath.
We could tell she was aimed to smash us, so
we clashed at our little bell,
But the sound was shredded by screaming wind
and we simply rung our knell.
And the feeble breath, that screamed at Death
through our horn, was beaten back,
And we knew that doom rode up the sea to-