The storm tunes up for dancing,
With rush and roar and whiz!
Hurrah! how our ship is leaping!
The night how wild it is!

The turbulent water is building
A living mountain chain;
There yawns a night-black chasm,
Here it piles itself up again!

A cursing, a retching, a praying
Comes up from the cabin door;
I hold on tight to the mainmast,
And wish I were home once more!