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 havock-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.
Safe
Augusta Davies Webster
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Poem topics: hope, night, sky, white, weak, hear, storm, beacon, black, crimson, wind, high, wild, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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