The winds are singing a death-knell Out on the main to-night; The sky droops low -- and many a bark That sailed from harbors bright, Like many an one before, Shall enter port no more: And a wreck shall drift to some unknown shore Before to-morrow's light. The clouds are hanging a death-pall Over the sea to-night; The stars are veiled -- and the hearts that sailed Away from harbors bright, Shall sob their last for their quiet home -- And, sobbing, sink 'neath the whirling foam Before the morning's light. The waves are weaving a death-shroud Out on the main to-night; Alas! the last prayer whispered there By lips with terror white! Over the ridge of gloom, Not a star will loom! God help the souls that will meet their doom Before the dawn of light! The breeze is singing a joy song Over the sea to-day; The storm is dead and the waves are red With the flush of the morning's ray; And the sleepers sleep, but beyond the deep The eyes that watch for the ships shall weep For the hearts they bore away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 83. YA MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD THE COMING OF THE SNOW by MARION L. BERTRAND THE FOURE MONARCHIES: ASSYRIAN. SEMIRAMIS by ANNE BRADSTREET |