whistle brayed,
Nor heeded the crash of our little craft nor the
feeble chirp we made;
And as down we swept, her folk that slept—
they slumbered serenely still,
And even the lookout on the bridge scarce felt
the thud and thrill.
But they jangled her bells and halted; and the
sullen sea they swept
With the goggling gleam of the searchlight’s