Author Richard Henry Dana In thick, dark nights he 'd take his seat High up the cliffs, and feel them shake, As swung the sea with heavy beat Below,—and hear it breakWith savage roar, then pause and gather strength,And, then, come tumbling in its swollen length. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments