The storm swings over the waters wide; The whitecaps wheel on the surging tide; While old ports wait grey, sea-swept and storm blown— Fair harbors lie hidden while brave boats go down— Wearing wearily out the blurring blind blast, Waiting dumb for the morrow when the blow shall be past. @3"Give me this"—"Can you get?"—"This is"—@1 Click! cutting short, Flashing back—@3"So and so—just arrived—safe—in port— Says she spoke such and so, such an hour, and just where."@1 Calling loud, @3"Answer port, any news from up there?"@1 And the port answers back, @3"No news yet—wires down."@1 Swinging in from upshore, @3"Such an one gone aground Just off such and such—breaking up—try to pick Off the men—running high—going fast—getting thick."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF NASEBY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JULY by EDMUND SPENSER NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |