XXVII
Until, the sea trickling in, little by little, between the broken planks, the unfortunate vessel disappears in the abyss—the waves close over it—the tempest lulls—and the sea-swallow skims over the lonely and tranquil ocean.
XXVII
Until, the sea trickling in, little by little, between the broken planks, the unfortunate vessel disappears in the abyss—the waves close over it—the tempest lulls—and the sea-swallow skims over the lonely and tranquil ocean.