Then into the gray they sheer away,

On the awful polar tide;

And the sailors know they have seen the wraith

Of the missing Nancy’s Pride.

There have been spectral ships since visions were, but few conjured so vividly that one may almost see the

crew lean forth by the rotting shrouds

With the Judgment in their face,

and watch them as

into the gray they sheer away

On the awful polar tide.