‖: Hark, :‖ (×3) the storm grows loud;
The day’s wrapped up in a sullen cloud.
‖: Hark, :‖ the tempest sings
The seaman’s dirge and flings
The tossed-up waves to fatal showers,
And those that never prayed before
Call now upon some unknown powers.
‖: Hark, :‖ the tackling justle;
The seamen bustle.
‖: Crack, :‖ down goes the main mast, ‖: down; :‖ (×3)
Hark how they groan.
‖: Hark, :‖ amongst the rest
I hear some sighs like mine;
’Tis from a lover sure.
Ye powers divine,
‖: Calm :‖ this ungentle rage;
The storm assuage.
Pity a lovers’ woe,
And let kind Neptune now
His trident show.
‖: See, it grows calm, the storms now cease;
And all the ocean’s face shows smiles of peace. :‖