Author Cotton Mather Soon as the Muse beheld these lines, She said, The Members are preserv'd: But ah, the Head ! Poor Lads! the Storm has whirl'd your Brains around; And all the Sense is ship-wrack'd in the SOUND. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments