SAFE - Anna Letitia Waring Poems


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Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
   Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white,
   Fling the rock-surf in spray on high.

Hurl the high seas on harbour bars,
   Madden them with thy havock-shriek
Against the crimson beacon-stars --
   Thy rage no more can make me weak.

The ship rides safely in the bay,
   The ship that held my hope in her --
Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray,
   We hear our whispers through the stir.