Menken, Adah Isaacs
|THE SHIP THAT WENT DOWN|
The faithless sky is black.
The ocean howls on the Ship's rough track
The strong wind, and the shouting rain swept by like an
armed host whooping out their wild battle-cry.
The tall masts dip their heads down into the deep.
The wet shrouds rattle as they seem to whisper prayers to
But the waves leap over their pallid sails, and grapple and
gnaw at their seams.
The poor Ship shrieks and groans out her despair.
She rises up to plead with the sky, and sinks down the
deep valley of water to pray.
O God, make us strong for the battle!