How long the storm may last, the west wind blow!
The wreck how long endure the angry waves!
How long, my Love, shalt thou me grieving know!
But as a captain every terror braves,
So steadfast I, in spite of wind and wave,
Cling near to love's last memory of Love:—
'Tis easy thus the elements to brave,
And so defy their potency to move,
When thou art felt beloved and near to me:
But Love, each wave is pitiless and throws
With greed sad food to all-devouring sea;
The masts and shrouds are gone, and now who knows
If vessel shattered so can brave the storm?—
Yet thou might'st take a saving angel's form.