CHAPTER II. WRECKERS.
"O father! I see a gleaming light;
O say what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word—
A frozen corpse was he.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf
"O father! I see a gleaming light;
O say what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word—
A frozen corpse was he.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf