Crash! ev’rywhere out of doors, crash and splash!
The drift-wood and water and yellow waves dash.
And in the room there all the women are crying,
While all the men suffer a weakness as trying.
For their nerves were so racked by the roar of the river
That the men felt their danger more keenly than ever;
But one told a story and some tried to smile
With efforts to rally the others the while
From cowardly fearing; then some fell asleep
To awake with a start and upon the floor leap;