Author Richard Henry Dana The ship works hard; the seas run high; Their white tops, flashing through the night, Give to the eager, straining eye A wild and shifting light.“Hard at the pumps!—The leak is gaining fast!Lighten the ship!—The devil rode that blast!” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments