English poem
The breaking waves dashed high
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
The breaking waves dashed high, The vessel rose and fell; My first was drenched from end to end With every heavy swell.
The vivid lightning flashed, The awful thunder boomed. “Unless my last is sent to us,” The captain said, “we ’re doomed.”
The tempest cleared away Before the morning light. “Within my whole,” the captain said, “I ’ve not seen such a night.”