SLEET! and Hail! and Thunder! And ye Winds that rave, Till the sands thereunder Tinge the sullen wave -- Winds, that like a Demon, Howl with horrid note Round the toiling Seaman, In his tossing boat -- From his humble dwelling, On the shingly shore, Where the billows swelling, Keep such hollow roar -- From that weeping Woman, Seeking with her cries, Succour superhuman From the frowning skies -- From the Urchin pining For his Father's knee -- From the lattice shining -- Drive him out to sea! Let broad leagues dissever Him from yonder foam -- Oh, God! to think Man ever Comes too near his Home! |