I A Billow
I a billow, I a wave,
I a churning sea.
My bosom heaving up and down.
Wind lashes out at me.
Cracking boards and flailing ships
Sink beneath my waves.
What terror borne in gallant hearts,
Confronted with my gaze!
Freezing gusts torn from my core
By the bitter gale.
What man can stop my sobbing quake?
Who can my torment quail?
A hand upon my heaving breast
Discards the frantic chill.
The pressure warms my heart beneath;
Invites me to be still.
I a churning sea.
My bosom heaving up and down.
Wind lashes out at me.
Cracking boards and flailing ships
Sink beneath my waves.
What terror borne in gallant hearts,
Confronted with my gaze!
Freezing gusts torn from my core
By the bitter gale.
What man can stop my sobbing quake?
Who can my torment quail?
A hand upon my heaving breast
Discards the frantic chill.
The pressure warms my heart beneath;
Invites me to be still.