The Wreck Poem by John William Inchbold

How long the storm may last, the west wind blow!
The wreck how long endure the angry waves!
How long, my Love, shalt thou me grieving know!
But as a captain every terror braves,
So steadfast I, in spite of wind and wave,
Cling near to love's last memory of Love:—
'Tis easy thus the elements to brave,
And so defy their potency to move,
When thou art felt beloved and near to me:
But Love, each wave is pitiless and throws
With greed sad food to all-devouring sea;
The masts and shrouds are gone, and now who knows
If vessel shattered so can brave the storm?—
Yet thou might'st take a saving angel's form.