THROUGH the night, through the night, In the saddest unrest, Wrapt in white, all in white, With her babe on her breast, Walks the mother so pale, Staring out on the gale, Through the night. Through the night, through the night, Where the sea lifts the wreck, Land in sight, close in sight, On the surf-flooded deck, Stands the father so brave, Driving on to his grave, Through the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PINE-TREE KIN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER WHAT MATTERS IT? by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 15 by THOMAS CAMPION THE LAST RODEO by LILLIAN CAROLINE CANFIELD |