The Captain’s name was Iago;
A good and gallant bark she was,
La Donna (call’d) del Lago.
Bronzed mariners were hers to view,
With brown cheeks clear or muddy,
Dark, shining eyes, and coal-black hair,
Meet heads for painter’s study;
But ’midst their tan their stood one man,
Whose cheek was fair and ruddy.
His brow was high, a loftier brow