Menken, Adah Isaacs
|THE SHIP THAT WENT DOWN|
O mariners, is there no help?
Is there no beacon-light in the distance?39Dash the tears of blood from your eyes, and look over
these Alps of water!
See ye no sail glittering through the darkness?
Is there no help?
Must they all die, all die?
So much of Youth, so much of Beauty, so much of Life?
The waves answer with ravenous roar;
They grapple like demons the trembling Ship!
Compassless, rudderless, the poor Ship pleads.
In vain! in vain!
With a struggling, shivering, dying grasp, my good Ship
sank down, down, down to the soundless folds of the