Richard Henry Stoddard

(1825-1903 / USA)

The Sea - Poem by Richard Henry Stoddard

Through the night, through the night,
In the saddest unrest,
Wrapped in white, all in white,
With her babe on her breast,
Walks the mother so pale,
Staring out on the gale,
Through the night!

Through the night, through the night,
Where the sea lifts the wreck,
Land in sight, close in sight,
On the surf-flooded deck,
Stands the father so brave,
Driving on to his grave
Through the night!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 15, 2010

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