SHIPWRECK.
It tossed and tossed,-- A little brig I knew,-- O'ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn.
It slipped and slipped, As one that drunken stepped;Its white foot tripped, Then dropped from sight.
Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you;
The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you.