Sink from the nerveless arm, in lost dismay,
As the dread signal speeds the boat away.
Three soul-expanding shouts the skies divide;
Three wild, responsive cheers re-echo wide—
The sweet vibrations tremble on the ear,
The last delightful sounds they'll ever hear!
And now the refluent boat evades the sight,
High-mounting waves the vessels disunite.
Still the white signal, fading, strains the eyes,
Still the lorn lover with his hand replies;