Another December poem
While I have a home, and can do as I will,December may rage over ocean and hill,And batter my door - as he does once a year -I laugh at his storming and drink his good cheer.
|Artist||J. M. W. Turner|
I did not paint it to be understood, but I wished to show what such a scene was like; I got the sailors to lash me to the mast to observe it; I was lashed for four hours, and I did not expect to escape, but I felt bound to record it if I did.