John Flood, The Wild Goose (1867)
“ Away across the burning zone the vessel southward flies, Again the northern beacons fade and southern stars arise. Oh! hapless crew, you little dream, as onward still you go, That o'er your ill-fated ship is hung a doom of woe. Again the stormy Cape draws near, and furious billows rise, And once again the Dutchman's laugh, both wind and wave defies. But fiercely swept the tempest ere the scornful laugh had died, A warning to the daring man to curb his impious pride. ”
