Faded the blood-red sun—
When a strange shape from out the haze
Was seen by every one!
And lo! the sun was flecked with bars,
Through which appeared he pale,
As, through the dungeon-grate, the tars
Who declined with us to sail.
Alas! cried I, and my teeth I ground,
I see how their craft employed’s—
To send out a ship ill-found, unsound,