sleet! and hail! and thunder!

and ye winds that rave,

till the sands thereunder

tinge the sullen wave —

winds, that like a demon,

howl with horrid note

round the toiling seaman,

in his tossing boat —

from his humble dwelling,

on the shingly shore,

where the billows swelling,

keep such hollow roar —

from that weeping woman,

seeking with her cries

succor superhuman

from the frowning skies —

from the urchin pining

for his father’s knee —

from the lattice shining —

drive him out to sea!

let broad leagues dissever

him from yonder foam —

oh, god! to think man ever

comes too near his home!