Shipwreck [70]

It tossed and tossed,-
A little brig I knew
O'ertook by blast;
It spun and spun
And groped delirious, for morn.

It slipped and slipped,
As one that drunken stepped;
Its white foot tripped,
Then dropped from sight.

Ah, brig, good-night
To crew and you;
The ocean's heart, too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.