I’ll frankly own I cannot state how long en-
dured that sullen wait,
I only know they never returned and no one
ever has learned their fate.
Perhaps a gale with a lashing tail, champing
and roaring and frothing wild,
Clawed them tinder, as there they rode, or a
hooting liner over them piled.
But known it is that for days and weeks the
schooner swayed and sogged and tossed,