Augusta Davies Webster

Here you will find the Poem Safe of poet Augusta Davies Webster


Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, 
Dash the black clouds against the sky, 
Hiss through the billows seething white, 
Fling the rock-surf in spray on high. 

Hurl the high seas on harbour bars, 
Madden them with thy havock-shriek 
Against the crimson beacon-stars -- 
Thy rage no more can make me weak. 

The ship rides safely in the bay, 
The ship that held my hope in her -- 
Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray, 
We hear our whispers through the stir.