Andante Silently fell The snow on the waters In the grey dusk Of the winter evening: Swirling and falling, Sucked into the oily Blue-black surface Of the sea. We pounded on slowly; From our bows sheeted A shuddering mass of heavy foam: Night closed about us, But ere we were darkened, We saw close in A great gaunt schooner Beating to southward. Silently fell The snow on the waters, As we pounded north In the winter evening. |