Drove the maddened ship o’er the seas.
3
His trill was soft as a nightingale’s song,
Yet you heard it above the roar:
Though the vessel dashed and the billow flashed,
Tom only whistled the more.
4
If reefing a topsail that shivered aloft,—
While the yards dipped deep in the spray,—
Like a careless bird in his stormy swing,