Onward she comes, in gallant combat with the elements, her tall masts trembling, and her timbers starting on the strain;
Onward she comes, in gallant combat with the elements, her tall masts trembling, and her timbers starting on the strain; onward she comes, now high upon the curling billows, now low down in the hollows of the sea as hiding for the moment from its fury; and every storm-voice in the air and water, cries more loudly yet, ‘A ship!’
