ON A STORM.1825.
The harsh, terrific, howling Storm,
With its wild, dreadful, dire alarm,
Turns pale the cheek of mirth;
And low it bows the lofty trees,
And their tall branches bend with ease
To kiss their parent earth.
With its wild, dreadful, dire alarm,
Turns pale the cheek of mirth;
And low it bows the lofty trees,
And their tall branches bend with ease
To kiss their parent earth.
The rain and hail in torrents pour;
The furious winds impetuous roar,—
In hollow murmurs clash.
The shore adjacent joins the sound,
And angry surges deep resound,
And foaming billows dash,
The furious winds impetuous roar,—
In hollow murmurs clash.
The shore adjacent joins the sound,
And angry surges deep resound,
And foaming billows dash,
Yet ocean doth no fear impart,
But soothes my anguish-swollen heart,
And calms my feverish brain.
It seems a sympathizing friend,
That doth with mine its troubles blend,
To mitigate my pain.
But soothes my anguish-swollen heart,
And calms my feverish brain.
It seems a sympathizing friend,
That doth with mine its troubles blend,
To mitigate my pain.
In all the varying shades of woe,
The night relief did ne'er bestow,
Nor have I respite seen:
Then welcome, Storm, loud, wild, and rude;
To me thou art more kind and good,
Than aught that is serene.
The night relief did ne'er bestow,
Nor have I respite seen:
Then welcome, Storm, loud, wild, and rude;
To me thou art more kind and good,
Than aught that is serene.