Author Richard Henry Dana Within the bay, one stormy night, The isle-men saw boats make for shore, With here and there a dancing light, That flashed on man and oar.When hailed, the rowing stopped, and all was dark.“Ha! lantern-work!—We 'll home! They 're playing shark!” 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