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The Tempest by James T. Fields

May 28, 2010 by Every Writer

James T. Fields (1817-1881)

The Tempest

We were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.

‘Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered in the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast!”

So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers talked with Death.

As thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Is not God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”

Filed Under: 1800s Poetry, Death Poems

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