Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, <br />Dash the black clouds against the sky, <br />Hiss through the billows seething white, <br />Fling the rock-surf in spray on high. <br /> <br />Hurl the high seas on harbour bars, <br />Madden them with thy havock-shriek <br />Against the crimson beacon-stars -- <br />Thy rage no more can make me weak. <br /> <br />The ship rides safely in the bay, <br />The ship that held my hope in her -- <br />Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray, <br />We hear our whispers through the stir.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/safe/
