A white mist drifts across the shrouds
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds

The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom; -
And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rode of polished steel

The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace