Rainstorm striping the sea,
Sleet-mist shrouding the hills; day dying;
Now around me
Closes the darkness of night in, wild crying.
God of the storm, in thy storm's heart unmeted
My shallop-soul rideth where roars
The swirling water-spout—rides undefeated;
No rudder, no oars;
Only within, thy small image seated.