sleet! and hail! and thunder!
and ye winds that rave,
till the sands thereunder
tinge the sullen wave —
winds, that like a demon,
howl with horrid note
round the toiling seaman,
in his tossing boat —
from his humble dwelling,
on the shingly shore,
where the billows swelling,
keep such hollow roar —
from that weeping woman,
seeking with her cries
succor superhuman
from the frowning skies —
from the urchin pining
for his father’s knee —
from the lattice shining —
drive him out to sea!
let broad leagues dissever
him from yonder foam —
oh, god! to think man ever
comes too near his home!
