The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.