Wrapt in midnight’s pall of gloom,
Gleams no light upon the morrow,
Dark beneath a watery tomb.
Hark! the bell is loudly ringing
With a deep, and solemn wail.
Death-like knells around are flinging,
In the wild, terrific gale.
Still, the beacon-light is flashing,
None could reach them from the shore.
Towering waves, in fury dashing,