Look, the raft, a signal flying, Thin--a shred;
None upon the lashed spars lying, Quick or dead.
Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over, "Crew, the crew?"And the billow, reckless, rover, Sweeps anew!
Look, the raft, a signal flying, Thin--a shred;
None upon the lashed spars lying, Quick or dead.
Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over, "Crew, the crew?"And the billow, reckless, rover, Sweeps anew!