Outside my window howls the wind, My window by the sea, And through the flimsy lattices It whispers in to me That while I lie safe in my bed And wander off to sleep, Out there a vessel, water-logged, Goes riding down the deep. Let those of us who live beside The ocean's cozy door Give heed to all the mournful tones That throng the ocean's roar, And hope that every stricken craft May sail the storm before, And pray that every sailor man May find his way to shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE BELLS FOR JOHN WHITESIDE'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |