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