And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Normanâ€™s Woe.
At daybreak on the bleak sea beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Wreck of the Hesperus