"Come out of that darkness and teach me the lore
You have learned since I looked on your face;
By the summers that blossomed and faded of yore --
By the lights which have fled to that place!

"You answer me not when I know that you could --
When I know that you could and you should;
Though the storms be abroad on the wave;
Though the rain droppeth down with a wail to the wood,
And my heart is as cold as your grave!"




God Help Our Men at Sea



The wild night comes like an owl to its lair,
The black clouds follow fast,
And the sun-gleams die, and the lightnings glare,
And the ships go heaving past, past, past --
The ships go heaving past!
Bar the doors, and higher, higher
Pile the faggots on the fire:
Now abroad, by many a light,
Empty seats there are to-night --
Empty seats that none may fill,
For the storm grows louder still:
How it surges and swells through the gorges and dells,