Often, when wind and sea strike mighty blows,
Wakening from dreams half ecstasy, half dread,
That come upon him from another life,
Touches the calm breast of his sleeping wife.
Hum, the Night Watch mutters, leaning on his spear,
“’Tis a strange world to be in and to have no fear.”
The sea at last
Brings pain to end.
The desert vast
Becomes her friend.