Safe

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 havoc-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.