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 food 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.