Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Before the Squall

The wind is rising on the sea,
The windy white foam-dancers leap;
And the sea moans uneasily,
And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.

Ridge after rocky ridge uplifts,
Wild hands, and hammers at the land,
Scatters in liquid dust, and drifts
To death among the dusty sand.

On the horizon's nearing line,
Where the sky rests, a visible wall,
Grey in the offing, I divine,
The sails that fly before the squall. 

1. Grey Hours: Naples
2. Pastel: Masks and Faces
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. At Glan-y-Wern
5. Haschisch

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