A STORM. (HE sun went down in beauty; not a cloud The face of the blue heavens; some fair and slight Faint and dispersed, like the pale horse's mane, The sun went down in beauty; but the eyes The gathering waves grew large, and broke in hoarse Flashes were seen, and distant sounds were heard— The Sun went down in beauty!—but the skies Or cheer the lone and sea-beat mariner:- Some wretches to their graves.-The tempest winds When they would speak their evil prophecies- And spoke to man-despair!—The ship was tossed, To joy; and madness might be heard amidst Though all was hopeless.-Hark! the ship is struck, Or Hecla 'mid her wilderness of snows, Shocked at the excess of light, returned the sound Had spread through all the elements: then came ANON. MIDSUMMER NIGHT STORM ON THE LAKE OF GENEVA. HE sky is changed! and such a change! O night, Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, Now where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Which blighted their life's bloom and then departed: Of years all winters, war within themselves to wage:— |