O broken ship! O starless shore!
O black and everlasting night,
Where love comes never any more
To light man's way with heaven's light.
A godless man with bags of gold
I think a most unholy sight;
Ah, who so desolate at night
Amid death's sleepers still and cold?
A godless man on holy ground
I think a most unholy sight.
I hear death trailing like a hound
Hard after him, and swift to bite.