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Were they,—the faithful of the earth,
For God had shut them in !
And now the rain from heaven descends,
But not as heretofore,
The glowing verdant shore;
And now the thunder hurled, Proclaims that vengeance is prepared,
Against a drowning world.
In vain to steeps the wretch ascends,
Higher the waters rise ;
Above are stormy skies.
Upon the swelling tide ;
Are those whom God doth hide.
That little speck on the broad deep,
A family contained,
All who on earth remained.
The shelter doth abide,
In Jesu's bleeding side !
The Storm King.
At length the crimsoned west
Received the God of day,
As it floated down the bay.
And the dolphins burnished tail,
Like a rudder of gold was seen, Flying round the mermaid, as she twined her braid,
And plaited her locks of green.
And the lamp of heaven arose,
With a halo round her rim, And she called a gleam, from her brightest beam,
To fling upon ocean's brim.
She bathed the rocks with light,
And the reefs with her silvery glow, But her shadow she gave, to the dark green wave,
For many a fathom below.
She clothed the madrepores,
With silvery coated stems,
All studded with diamond gems.
And all around grew calm,
As the thoughts in an angel's breast
Where the virtuous lie at rest.
Por ocean needed repose,
And when soothed by the eve of spring, Not a ripple did pass o'er her bosom of glass,
Save a dip of the sea-fowl's wing.
For the cold north wind was fast
With spring's sunny spell wove round him, But the Storm King crept, while ocean slept,
To loosen the tie that bound him.
He flooded the coral reef,
He shifted the bank of sand, And he strode o'er the shoal in the pride of his soul
With a thunderbolt in his hand.
He'd a bow of thick ribbed ice
And a cloud for his courser black,
And a quiver of hail at his back.
With a lance in his saddle bow
To shiver the forest trees,
Gave motion to the breeze.
When the north winds' chilling blast,
Swept mournfully o'er the strand,
Or the touch of a wizard's wand.
The shark in the deep water plunged,
Like a hunter in quest of his prey,
In the track of his foaming way.
And the dark plumed albatross
Flew screeching along the shore,
Did bound from the albicore.
But the Storm King flew to the east,
Where blood-red clouds did lie,
To darken all the sky.
When all around around
Was such pitchy darkness spread, Like the chaos that hung, ere the first earth sprung
To life from its oozy bed.
But at length the Storm King came,
And nature shrunk aghast, Fore he bore the wolf's growl on his nightly prowl,
In the front of his fitful blast.
He scattered the forest leaf,
He bared the budding grain,
And hurl'd it o'er the main.
And the hollow, hollow wind,
Was mixed with the thunders' roar, And the sea-gull's scream, by the light'ning's gleam,
Was rung along the shore.
But the beacon's turret pane
Did send forth a cheering ray,
Thro' a shower of mist and spray.
It reached the breaker's edge,
It gambol'd along the line, And it mounted the froth of the Storm King's wrath,
That topped the mountain's brim.
It flashed on the coral reef,
It shone on the triton there,
For the shipwreck'd mariner.
But the breath of the stormy King,
Soon quenched the flick’ring light,
Were food for the fish that night.