The storm swings over the waters wide; The whitecaps wheel on the surging tide; While old ports wait grey, sea-swept and storm blown— Fair harbors lie hidden while brave boats go down— Wearing wearily out the blurring blind blast, Waiting dumb for the morrow when the blow shall be past. @3"Give me this"—"Can you get?"—"This is"—@1 Click! cutting short, Flashing back—@3"So and so—just arrived—safe—in port— Says she spoke such and so, such an hour, and just where."@1 Calling loud, @3"Answer port, any news from up there?"@1 And the port answers back, @3"No news yet—wires down."@1 Swinging in from upshore, @3"Such an one gone aground Just off such and such—breaking up—try to pick Off the men—running high—going fast—getting thick."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE DARKNESS IS THINNING by GREGORY I A SONG TO MITHRAS by RUDYARD KIPLING AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK |