And the coming wind did roar more loud,And the sails did sigh like a sedge;And the rain poured down from one black cloud;The moon was at its edge.

The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side:Like waters shot from some high crag,The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.

The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lighting and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.