For God from these dread seas is gone.
Now speak, brave Adm’r’l; speak and say”—
He said: “Sail on! sail on! sail on!”
They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate:
“This mad sea shows its teeth to-night.
He curls his lips, he lies in wait,
With lifted teeth, as if to bite!
Brave Adm’r’l, say but one good word;
What shall we do when hope is gone?”
The words leapt as a leaping sword: