I Held in the refuge of your arms, This night I hear the storming sea; High is the anger of its wave, Deep is the breast of love to me. II Gleam now the flying fish and star! Strike now the tolling of a bell! Washed in the lustre of our dream We hide in sleep as in a shell. III Held in the refuge of your arms, This night I hear the storming sea; High is the anger of its wave, Deep is the breast of love to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |