Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! <br />And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! <br />On the rent rock the angry waves rebound; <br />Ah me! the less'ning bark is seen no more! <br />Along the margin of the trembling shore, <br />Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound, <br />My storm-drench'd limbs the flinty fragments wound, <br />And o'er my bleeding breast the billows pour! <br />Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strain <br />To his swift bark; ye barb'rous waves forbear! <br />Taunt not the anguish of a lover's brain, <br />Nor feebly emulate the soul's despair! <br />For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vain <br />Assail the breast, when passion rages there!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxii-wild-is-the-foaming-sea/
