THE soonest mended, nothing said; And help may rise from east or west, But my two hands are lumps of lead, My heart sits leaden in my breast. O north wind, swoop not from the north, O south wind, linger in the south, Oh come not raving raging forth, To bring my heart into my mouth; For I've a husband out at sea, Afloat on feeble planks of wood; He does not know what fear may be; I would have told him if I could. I would have locked him in my arms, I would have hid him in my heart; For oh the waves are fraught with harms, And he and I so far apart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WET MONTH by HENRY BATAILLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AVELINGLAS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BOAR'S HILL; OCTOBER, 1919 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN THE BAPTISTRY by ADA CAMBRIDGE |