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her voyage is at an end.
The sun shines o'er the watery main,
As it did the day before;
The father and his son again
Are seated on the shore.
As it did the day before;
The father and his son again
Are seated on the shore.
With the western wind full many a boat
Their white sails gayly fill;
They lightly o'er the blue waves float;
But the gallant ship is still.
Their white sails gayly fill;
They lightly o'er the blue waves float;
But the gallant ship is still.
The sailors now the mournful wreck
Of masts and rigging strip:
The waves are playing o'er the deck
Of the sad and ruined ship.
Of masts and rigging strip:
The waves are playing o'er the deck
Of the sad and ruined ship.
A crow upon the top branch stood
Of a lone and blasted tree:
He seemed to look upon the flood
With a gloomy sympathy.
Of a lone and blasted tree:
He seemed to look upon the flood
With a gloomy sympathy.
The boy now looks up at the bird,
At the sinking vessel now;
He does not speak a single word,
But a shade is on his brow.
At the sinking vessel now;
He does not speak a single word,
But a shade is on his brow.
Now slowly comes a towering wave,
And sweeps with triumph on;
It bears her to her watery grave,—
The gallant ship is gone.
And sweeps with triumph on;
It bears her to her watery grave,—
The gallant ship is gone.
