MIDNIGHT.
The west-wind blows, the west-wind blew,
The snow hissed cruelly,
All night I heard the baffled cry
Of mariners on the sea.
The snow hissed cruelly,
All night I heard the baffled cry
Of mariners on the sea.
I saw the icy shrouds and sail,
The slippery, reeling deck,
And white-caps dancing pale with flame,
The corpse-lights of the wreck.
The slippery, reeling deck,
And white-caps dancing pale with flame,
The corpse-lights of the wreck.
The west-wind blows, the west-wind blew,
And on its snowy way,
That hissed and hushed like rushing sand,
My soul fled far away.
And on its snowy way,
That hissed and hushed like rushing sand,
My soul fled far away.
The snow went toward the morning hills
In curling drifts of white,
But I went up to the gates of God
Through all the howling night.
In curling drifts of white,
But I went up to the gates of God
Through all the howling night.
