Her eager Eyes beheld the main,
While on her Draco dear
She madly call’d, but call’d in vain,
No sound could Draco hear,
Save the shrill yelling of the fateful blast,
While ev’ry Seaman’s heart, quick shudder’d as it past.
III.
White were the billows, wide display’d
The clouds were black and low;
The Bittern shriek’d, a gliding shade