Poem by Augusta Webster

Safe

Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
        Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white,
        Fling the rock-surf in spray on high.

Hurl the high seas on harbour bars,
        Madden them with thy havoc-shriek
Against the crimson beacon-stars —
        Thy rage no more can make me weak.

The ship rides safely in the bay,
      The ship that held my hope in her —
Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray,
      We hear our whispers through the stir.

1. Choosing
2. In after Years
3. The Flower by the Path
4. Young Laughters, and My Music!
5. A Coarse Morning

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