Augusta Davies Webster

(30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894 / Dorset, England)

Safe - Poem by Augusta Davies Webster

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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