Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, br Dash the black clouds against the sky, br Hiss through the billows seething white, br Fling the rock-surf in spray on high. br br Hurl the high seas on harbour bars, br Madden them with thy havock-shriek br Against the crimson beacon-stars -- br Thy rage no more can make me weak. br br The ship rides safely in the bay, br The ship that held my hope in her -- br Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray, br We hear our whispers through the stir.