Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! br And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! br On the rent rock the angry waves rebound; br Ah me! the less'ning bark is seen no more! br Along the margin of the trembling shore, br Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound, br My storm-drench'd limbs the flinty fragments wound, br And o'er my bleeding breast the billows pour! br Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strain br To his swift bark; ye barb'rous waves forbear! br Taunt not the anguish of a lover's brain, br Nor feebly emulate the soul's despair! br For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vain br Assail the breast, when passion rages there!br br Mary Darby Robinsonbr br