His weight upon the gunwale tipped the boat
To straining balance. Everard lurched and seized
His wife and held her smothered to his coat.
“Everard, loose me, we shall drown-” and squeezed
Against him, she beat with her hands. He gasped
“Never, by God!” The slidden boat gave way
And the black foamy water split-and met.
Bubbled up through the spray
A wailing rose and in the branches rasped,
And creaked, and stilled. Over the treetops, clasped
In the blue evening, a clear moon was set.