We were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul would dare to sleep,–
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
‘Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast!”
So we shuddered there in silence,–
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring
And the breakers talked with Death.
As thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy with his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Isn’t God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer,
And we anchored safe in harbor,
When the morn was shining clear.
James T. Fields.
1 responses to James T. Fields – THE BALLAD OF THE TEMPEST POEM
I remember this poem from when I was about 9 years old. I was sitting at my mother’s feet as she braided my hair and I got the music for the poem. I never remembered the name of the poem,but oddly enough I remember the words to the song and the melody and that has been over 50 years!
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