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. Lines (I Saw, or Dreamed I Saw, Her Sitting Lone)
2. Lines to R. L.
3. Sonnets. 1. Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent
4. Sonnets. 2. Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life
5. Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly

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