English poem
Xvii
by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
Till a bright wave breaks upon her, And her clear perceptions wake-- All his valour, prowess, honour, Scorn of life, for her poor sake!
Gently then her eyes she raises, (Eyes, whence all the pure soul gazes) Softly brings her lips to his-- Lips, wherein the whole heart is.
Let the furious waters welter, Let the rough winds roar above; Waves are warmth, and storms are shelter, In the upper heaven of love.