Forest, Rock, and Stream / A series of twenty steel line-engravings

by Nathaniel Parker Willis

THE WRECKER’S OATH ON BARNEGAT.

One night mid swarthy forms I lay,

Along a wild southeastern bay,

Within a cabin rude and rough,

Formed out of drift-wood, wrecker’s stuff,

And firelight throwing rosy flame

From up-heaped masses of the same,—

Waiting the turning of the tide

To launch the surf-boats scattered wide,