THE clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free. Brothers, a night of terror and gloom Speaks in the cloud and gathering roar, Thank God, He has given us broad sea-room. A thousand miles from shore. Down with the hatches on those who sleep! The wild and whistling deck have we; Good watch, my brothers, to-night we'll keep, While the tempest is on the sea! Though the rigging shriek in his terrible grip, And the naked spars be snapped away, Lashed to the helm, we'll drive our ship In the teeth of the whelming spray! Hark! how the surges o'erleap the deck! Hark! how the pitiless tempest raves! Ah, daylight will look upon many a wreck Drifting over the desert waves. Yet, courage, brothers! we trust the wave, With God above us, our guiding chart: So, whether to harbor or ocean-grave, Be it still with a cheery heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA TWILIGHT TIME by MILDRED SOUTHWORTH BRYAN BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'I'LL DO BY THEE AS NE'ER WAS DONE' by PATRICK CAREY LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - APRIL 1805 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |