Under the dark and piny steep
We watched the storm crash by:
We saw the bright brand leap and leap
Out of the shattered sky.
The elements were minist'ring
To make one mortal blest;
For, peal by peal, you did but cling
The closer to his breast.
More verses by William Watson
- Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares To Leave
- Lux Perdita
- To Austin Dobson
- The Man Forsworn
- An Epistle: (To N.A.)