Author Richard Henry Dana And what comes up above the wave, So ghastly white? A spectral head! A horse's head! (May Heaven save Those looking on the dead,—The waking dead!) There, on the sea he stands,—The Spectre-Horse! He moves! he gains the sands; Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments