SHELTERED.
Open the door! Did you hear it? Muffled in mist and gloom,Out of this rough northeaster It fell like a stroke of doom.Some gunner is lost on the meadow— Hark! No! 'T was a swivel's boom!
Do you know what the boom of a swivel Means on a night like this?Can you see the bare masts tottering Over a black abyss?There lurching decks, and here firesides Robbed of their rosy bliss?
Oh, I know of two old hands wringing Where every ember is gray!'Tis an old shadow swings that lantern Down by the storm-blown bay,To a fair and faithless darling Signaling home that way.
