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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.
Augusta Davies Webster
Augusta Webster (30 January 1837 – 5 September 1894) was an English poet, dramatist, essayist, and translator. The daughter of Vice-admiral Geor
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