Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Morris RosenfeldO Long the Way
O
No light in tower or town,
The waters roar and far the shore,
My ship, my ship goes down.
My cry the billows drown,
The fight is done, the wind has won—
My ship, my ship goes down.
When skies no longer frown,
But I—the deafening billows crash—
My ship, my ship goes down.