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XIII
Raise thro' the tempest thine immortal eyes,
When the sere earth is shaken like a wave;
When the sick racking trees with anguish sighs
Tear up their spurry fastenings, as they rave,
When the sere earth is shaken like a wave;
When the sick racking trees with anguish sighs
Tear up their spurry fastenings, as they rave,
Branches all wild for aidance. Gird the cloud,
Child of the equinox! unfold thy wings;
Thy brows are moist, and thy fierce hands are loud
Snapping the crowns of ancient forest-kings.
Child of the equinox! unfold thy wings;
Thy brows are moist, and thy fierce hands are loud
Snapping the crowns of ancient forest-kings.
The pines upon the pine-ridge crash and slide,
The cataract has caught them, in a smoke
Of rain and mountain-waters: near and wide
The double mountain-voice in terror woke.
The cataract has caught them, in a smoke
Of rain and mountain-waters: near and wide
The double mountain-voice in terror woke.
Crash on, frail planet, sad for aye to me;
Sad as my faltering life whirl'd on with thee.
Sad as my faltering life whirl'd on with thee.
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