Classic Poem

O wert thou in the storm

1

O wert thou in the storm,
How I would shield thee:
To keep thee dry and warm,
A camp I would build thee.

2

Though the clouds pour'd again,
Not a drop should harm thee;
The music of wind, and rain,
Rather should charm thee.

3

O wert thou in the storm,
A shed I would build thee;
To keep thee dry and warm, —
How I would shield thee. —

4

The rain should not wet thee,
Nor thunder clap harm thee.
By thy side I would sit me, —
To comfort, and warm thee.

5

I would sit by thy side love,
While the dread storm was over; —
And the wings of an angel,
My charmer would cover.