And they curs'd the faint and lagging breeze
that kept them from the shore.
The ocean from its bosom shook off the moon-
light sheen,
And up its wrathful billows rose to vindicate
their Queen;
And a cloud came o'er the heavens, and a dark-
ness o'er the land,
And the scoffing crew beheld no more that Lady
on the strand.