Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)

Hark to the Shouting Wind

Hark to the shouting Wind!
 Hark to the flying Rain!
And I care not though I never see
 A bright blue sky again.

There are thoughts in my breast to-day
 That 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 ship
 That 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 see
 A calm blue sky again.

1. On Pressing Some Flowers
2. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
3. The Two Armies
4. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes
5. The Rosebuds

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