The sea runs high, and surging foam Is spent against the rocky shore, The moon sails on amidst the clouds That surge across the angry sky; No voice is heard, until one word Is called by lone maroon. 'Distress'.

The lights so newly sprung in windows Wink reply, and soon the welcome sound Of rubber boots is heard to thunder On the pier, and oilskin coats Are wrapped about, as stinging rain Begins to fall; but soon aboard The winch is loosed, as life-boat slips Once more to sea - to save..