The Caves of the sea have been troubled to-day <br />With the water which whitens, and widens, and fills; <br />And a boat with our brother was driven away <br />By a wind that came down from the tops of the hills. <br />Behold I have seen on the threshold again <br />A face in a dazzle of hair! <br />Do you know that she watches the rain, and the main, <br />And the waves which are moaning there? <br />Ah, moaning and moaning there! <br />Now turn from your casements, and fasten your doors, <br />And cover your faces, and pray, if you can; <br />There are wails in the wind, there are sighs on the shores, <br />And alas, for the fate of a storm-beaten man! <br />Oh, dark falls the night on the rain-rutted verge, <br />So sad with the sound of the foam! <br />Oh, wild is the sweep and the swirl of the surge; <br />And his boat may never come home! <br />Ah, never and never come home!<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-sea-12/
