Hark to the Shouting Wind
Hark to the shouting Wind!Hark to the flying Rain!And I care not though I never seeA bright blue sky again.
There are thoughts in my breast to-dayThat are not for human speech;But I hear them in the driving storm,And the roar upon the beach.
And oh, to be with that shipThat I watch through the blinding brine!O Wind! for thy sweep of land and sea!O Sea! for a voice like thine!
Shout on, thou pitiless Wind,To the frightened and flying Rain!I care not though I never seeA calm blue sky again.