English poem
I
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
We heard the breakers clash and boom; We saw them plunge and writhe and rise, And toss great flakes of ashen spume High toward the ashen skies.
Out of the welter of the east One gaunt barque like a spectre bore; The mad wind trumpeted, then ceased, Then trumpeted once more.
A mist crept landward, the spent wraith Of tempests raging far a-lee; Then day died like an outworn faith, And night fell on the sea.