Outside my window howls the wind, My window by the sea, And through the flimsy lattices It whispers in to me That while I lie safe in my bed And wander off to sleep, Out there a vessel, water-logged, Goes riding down the deep. Let those of us who live beside The ocean's cozy door Give heed to all the mournful tones That throng the ocean's roar, And hope that every stricken craft May sail the storm before, And pray that every sailor man May find his way to shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET A LETTER TO R. L. ESQ by JOHN BYROM TO MASTER W. MONTAGUE by THOMAS CAREW HOME TO SIRMIO by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE SECRET OF THE PINES by ECKFORD COHEN FABLE: THE OWL by NATHANIEL COTTON |