The Castaway
Obscurest night involv'd the sky,
Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
When such a destin'd wretch as I,
Wash'd headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.
He shouted: nor his friends had fail'd
To check the vessel's course,
But so the furious blast prevail'd,
That, pitiless perforce,
They left their outcast mate behind,
And scudded still before the wind.
No voice divine the storm
allay'd,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual
aid,
We perish'd, each alone:
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than
he.
by William Cowper (abridged)
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