Sara Teasdale — At Sea

In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,        &nbsp On the deck of a ship, rising, falling, Wild night around me, wild water under me,        &nbsp Whipped by the storm, screaming and calling. Earth is hostile and the sea hostile,        &nbsp Why do I look for a place to rest? I must fight always and die fighting        &nbsp With fear an unhealing wound in my breast.