How should I sing when buffeting salt waves <br />And stung with bitter surges, in whose might <br />I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful night <br />Marshals its undefeated dark and raves <br />In brutal madness, reeling over graves <br />Of vanquished men, long-sunken out of sight, <br />Sent wailing down to glut the ghoulish sprite <br />Who haunts foul seaweed forests and their caves. <br />No parting cloud reveals a watery star, <br />My cries are washed away upon the wind, <br />My cramped and blistering hands can find no spar, <br />My eyes with hope o'erstrained, are growing blind. <br />But painted on the sky great visions burn, <br />My voice, oblation from a shattered urn!<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-racked/
