Classic Poem

And the bitter storm augments; the wild winds wage
War from all parts; and joyn with the Seas rage.
The sad clouds sink in showers; you would have thought,
That high-swoln-seas even unto Heaven had wrought;
And Heaven to Seas descended: no star shown;
Blind night in darkness, tempests, and her own
Dread terrours lost; yet this dire lightning turns
To more fear'd light; the Sea with lightning Burns.
The Pilot knew not what to chuse or fly,
Art stood amaz'd in Ambiguity.