| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. The Ship in a Storm | | By Robert Southey (1774–1843) |
| | | O GOD! have mercy in this dreadful hour | |
| On the poor mariner! In comfort here, | |
| Safe sheltered as I am, I almost fear | |
| The blast that rages with resistless power. | |
| What were it now to toss upon the waves, | 5 |
| The maddened waves, and know no succor near; | |
| The howling of the storm alone to hear, | |
| And the wild sea that to the tempest raves; | |
| To gaze amid the horrors of the night, | |
| And only see the billows’ gleaming light; | 10 |
| Then in the dread of death to think of her | |
| Who, as she listens sleepless to the gale, | |
| Puts up a silent prayer, and waxes pale! | |
| O God! have mercy on the mariner! | | | | |
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