Classic Poem

A LONE upon the Spouting Rock
I hear its voices roar,
And watch the baffled surges' shock
Against the iron shore.

The wind grows bolder—not a cloud
Restrains the sweeping breath
I've seen rend ships, till mast and shroud
Whirled in a dance of death.

Against the sky, with swollen sail,
A bark now ploughs the deep;
Her freight, perchance, but seed this gale
Shall sow, and Ocean reap.

God speed those whom the winds pursue
This wild yet starry night;
And keep my heart until I view
Her casement's promised light.

Sail on, O bark, through every change
Of season and of sky;
Within the haven of yon grange
My hopes at anchor lie!