A white mist drifts across the shrouds, br A wild moon in this wintry sky br Gleams like an angry lion's eye br Out of a mane of tawny clouds. br br The muffled steersman at the wheel br Is but a shadow in the gloom; - br And in the throbbing engine-room br Leap the long rods of polished steel. br br The shattered storm has left its trace br Upon this huge and heaving dome, br For the thin threads of yellow foam br Float on the waves like ravelled lace.