And do not tremble so,
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow.”
He wrapped her warm in his seaman’s coat,
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.
“Oh father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say what may it be?”
“’Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast;”