THE ship was wreck'd, and struggling with the Ocean's angry tide, To a broken spar were clinging wife and husband, side by side; Said he, "This awful moment, love, our last may chance to be, Have you always, dearest, always been a faithful wife to me?" "Ah! what," quoth she, "our fate may be, we neither of us know, But that secret, sink or swim, love, to the grave with me must go." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES BEREAVEMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A RIVER POOL by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ODE TO PEACE by WILLIAM COWPER |