Ocean! Thou mighty monster!
That lies curled like a green serpent, round about the world!
To musing eye thou art an awful sight,

When calmly sleeping in the morning light;
But when thou rises in thy wrath,
As now, and fling's thy folds around some fated prow!

Crushing the strong ribbed bark as if it were a reed!
Then, Ocean, art thou terrible indeed.
The waves become increasingly calm and bright.

Still I see thy billows flashing!
Through the gloom their white foam flinging,
And the breaker's sullen dashing

In mine ear hope's knell is ringing.
A few rays of the evening sun, hitherto obscured by the darkness of the storm, break through the clouds.
But lo! methinks a light is breaking

Slowly over the distant deep,
Like a second morn awaking
Pale and feeble from its sleep.

The waves continue to abate.
Brighter now, behold! 'tis beaming!
On the storm, whose misty train

Like some shattered flag is streaming
Or a wild steed's flying mane.
The evening sun sheds its full glory across the sky.

And now the Sun bursts forth, the wind is lulling fast,
And the broad wave but pants from fury past!
Cloudless over the blushing water,

Now the setting sun is burning,
Like a victor red with slaughter,
To his tent in triumph turning.

The sea becomes quite calm and the clouds part.
Ah! Per chance these eyes may never look upon
This light again!

Fare thee well, bright orb, forever,
Thou for me wilt rise in vain!
The sun sets and a ship glides past from right to left.

But what gleams so white and fair,
Heaving with the heaving billow?
'Tis a seabird, wheeling there over some

Wretch's watery pillow!
No! It is no bird, I mark!
Joy! lt is a boat, a sail!

And yonder rides a gallant bark,
Unimpaired by the gale! Oh transport!
My Huon, haste down to the shore!

Removing her veil, sbe signals with it to the ship.
Quick, quick for a signal, this scarf,
This scarf shall be waved!

They see me! They answer! They ply the strong oar!
Huon! Huon! Huon!
Huon! My husband, my love, we are saved!

We are saved! We are saved!