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THE RIVER IN STORM. |
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THE RIVER IN STORM.
When winds rise in the night and moan and shriek,
And windows rattle, walls and chimneys shiver,—
Ah, then it is my heart's wild joy to seek
Next morn the bellowing river!
And windows rattle, walls and chimneys shiver,—
Ah, then it is my heart's wild joy to seek
Next morn the bellowing river!
And grand the roaring scene, the murk eclipse—
Winds, waves, and clouds, in one wild mingled swelter—
The sea-dash'd piers, the tempest-beaten ships
That seek our haven for shelter;
Winds, waves, and clouds, in one wild mingled swelter—
The sea-dash'd piers, the tempest-beaten ships
That seek our haven for shelter;
The seamen's shouts, half stifled in the blast,
The anchors plunging and the cables rattling,
The flapping sails around the broken mast,
Men with the tempest battling:
The anchors plunging and the cables rattling,
The flapping sails around the broken mast,
Men with the tempest battling:
A fine upheaving of all energy—
A quickening soul through man and Nature driven!
O River, with thy beaten piers, from thee
I come refresh'd and shriven!
A quickening soul through man and Nature driven!
O River, with thy beaten piers, from thee
I come refresh'd and shriven!
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