To heaven in that delirious shout
Which only he can swell whose life
Is passed amid the ocean’s strife.
And others soon around me came;
And men soon shook before my name.
What trophies glittered on our deck,
How foemen sank with many a wreck,
Let that old ocean’s caverns tell,—
In sooth our spirits loved them well—
They lay beneath us like a spell.