| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921. | | | | On the Storm between Gravesend and Dieppe | | By Anne, Marchioness of Wharton (1632–1685) |
| | (Made at that Time)
WHEN the tempestuous sea did foam and roar, | |
| Tossing the bark from the long-wish’d-for shore, | |
| With false affected fondness it betray’d, | |
| Striving to keep what perish’d, if it stay’d. | |
| Such is the love of impious men, where’re | 5 |
| Their cruel kindness lights, ’tis to ensnare: | |
| I, toss’d in tedious storms of troubled thought, | |
| Was careless of the waves the ocean brought. | |
| My anchor Hope was lost, and too too near | |
| On either hand were rocks of sad despair, | 10 |
| Mistaken seamen prais’d my fearless mind, | |
| Which, sunk in seas of grief, could dare the wind. | |
| In Life, tempestuous Life, is dread and harm, | |
| Approaching Death had no unpleasing form; | |
| Approaching Death appeases ev’ry storm. | 15 | | | |
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