Lo! o'er the welkin the tempestuous clouds
Successive fly, and the loud piping wind
Rocks the poor sea-boy on the dripping shrouds,
While the pale pilot, o'er the helm reclined,
Lists to the changeful storm: and as he plies
His wakeful task, he oft bethinks him, sad,
Of wife, and little home, and chubby lad,
And the half strangled tear bedews his eyes;
I, on the deck, musing on themes forlorn,
View the drear tempest, and the yawning deep,
Nought dreading in the green sea's caves to sleep,
For not for me shall wife or children mourn,
And the wild winds will ring my funeral knell,
Sweetly as solemn peal of pious passing-bell.
Sonnet, Supposed To Be Written By The Unhappy Poet Dermody In Storm, While On Board A Ship In His Ma
Henry Kirk White
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Poem topics: children, funeral, green, home, poor, sad, sleep, wind, wild, deep, storm, tear, view, mourn, sea, wife, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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