And vast and silent fish swim by,
And scan the wreck with cruel eye.
Ha! lights ahead! A ship is near!
The dumb wreck makes no sign;
No lantern shows, returns no cheer,
But straight and full, without a veer,
Sped by the urging brine
She goes—a crash! her errand done,
The deadly, lonely thing drives on.
Oh, hopeless lives, distorted, crushed,