Classic Poem

I.

Hark! 'twas the sea-boy from on high,
Slow rocking o'er the foaming wave;
Hark! 'twas the sea-boy's tremulous cry,
Sure warning of a wat'ry grave;
Farewell! farewell! ill-fated crew,
Who fearless spread your snow-white sails;
Reckless where'er your vessel flew,
If bless'd with Heav'n's propitious gales.

II.

" All's o'er, all's lost, " the master cries,
" The darkling waves swift o'er us roll;
" The light'ning's flash " — he stricken dies,
Now Heav'n receive his fearless soul:
The light'ning's glare the sea illumes,
Wave upon wave swift o'er them sweep;
They sink midst thunder to their tombs,
Their tombs, alas! the green sea deep!