Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white,
Fling the rock-surf in spray on high.
Hurl the high seas on harbour bars,
Madden them with thy havoc-shriek
Against the crimson beacon-stars —
Thy rage no more can make me weak.
The ship rides safely in the bay,
The ship that held my hope in her —
Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray,
We hear our whispers through the stir.
(Augusta Davies Webster)
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