He curls his lip, he lies in wait
With lifted teeth,(20) as if to bite!
Brave Adm’r’l,(21) say but one good word;
What shall we(22) do when hope is gone?”
The words leapt like a leaping sword:(23)
“Sail on! Sail on! Sail on! and on!”
Then pale and worn,(24) he paced his deck
And peered through darkness. Ah, that night(25)
Of all dark nights! And then a(26) speck—
A light!(27) A light? A light! A light!