Vast this alien sea whereon I ply
My amber ship with ectoplasmic sail,
About me sport the manatee and whale
Who see no ship, nor my ghost may espy.
But in the summer with a clear night sky
Then just before the coming of a gale,
When all the sea is lit with moonlight pale,
My ghost ship on these silver waves will fly.
So like grim death upon these moiling swells
My hull of foam will now persue the dawn,
And in the night my ghost ship’s iron bells
Will sound the time and then be quickly gone.
Then as the new dawn winks benignantly
I and my ship sink slowly in the sea.