It tossed and tossed,—
A little brig I knew,—
O'ertook by blast,
It spun and spun,
And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped,
As one that drunken stepped;
Its white foot tripped,
Then dropped from sight. Ah, brig, good-night
To crew and you;
The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,
To break for you.

Life, p. 30 - Collected Poems (1993)