Make the darkness of midnight more shocking.
The morn to that vessel no succour shall bring!
Now high o’er the main-mast I hover;
Now I plunge from the sky to the deck with a spring,
And I shatter the mast with one flap of my wing;
It cracks! and it breaks! and goes over!
Hew away, gallant seamen! fatigue never dread;
You shall all rest to-night from your labours!
The ocean’s wide mantle shall o’er you be spread,
The white bones of mariners pillow your head,