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OUT AT SEA.
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OUT AT SEA.
AR on the deep mid-ocean tossed, Leagues away from the friendly shore,
In the watery wilderness lost,
Driven and deafened by rush and roar,
Baffled by wind and wave are we;—
What sweet home-spirits may there be
Sadly pondering on our wandering
Wide and wearisome, out at sea!
Lying here in my tossing bed,
I dream of ruin, and rock, and wreck,—
Hearing the slow, continuous tread
Of the sailor who walks the deck,
Keeping his long watch patiently;—
Gentler watchers on shore there be;
Eyes which weep for us, leaving sleep for us,
fond watch keep for us, out at sea!
I dream of ruin, and rock, and wreck,—
Hearing the slow, continuous tread
Of the sailor who walks the deck,
Keeping his long watch patiently;—
Gentler watchers on shore there be;
Eyes which weep for us, leaving sleep for us,
fond watch keep for us, out at sea!
In at the narrow window them
Drifts the ocean-wind, wild and damp,
Drifts the ocean-wind, wild and damp,
