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Mixed with the clash of the lashing rain,
Black as a cormorant the screaming blast,
Which, based on the sea and to heaven upcurled, Like columns and walls did surround and sustain The dome of the tempest; it rent them in twain, As a flood rends its barriers of mountainous crag; And the dense clouds in many a ruin and rag, Like the stones of a temple ere earthquake has past,
Like the dust of its fall, on the whirlwind are cast;
They are scattered like foam on the torrent; and where
The wind has burst out through the chasm, from the air
Of clear morning, the beams of the sunrise flow in,
Unimpeded, keen, golden, and crystalline, Banded armies of light and of air; at one gate They encounter, but interpenetrate.
And tbat breach in the tempest is widening away,
Lulled by the motion and murmurings
The deep calm of blue heaven dilating above,
Beneath the clear surface reflecting it slide Tremulous with soft influence; extending its tide
From the Andes to Atlas, round mountain and
Round sea-birds and wrecks, paved with heaven's
azure smile, The wide world of waters is vibrating.
Is the ship? On the verge of the wave where it lay
C*ne tiger is mingled in ghastly affray With a sea-snake. The foam and the smoke of the battle
Stain the clear air with sunbows. The jar,and the rattle
Of solid bones crushed by the infinite stress
Where the gripe of the tiger has wounded the veins
Swollen with rage, strength, and effort; the whirl
and the splash As of some hideous engine whose brazen teeth
The thin winds and soft waves into thunder; the screams
And hissings, crawl fast o'er the smooth ocean, streams,
Each sound like a centiped. Near this commotion,
A blue shark is hanging within the blue ocean,
Advances; twelve rowers with the impulse of thought
Urge on the keen keel, the brine foams. At the stern
Three marksmen stand levelling. Hot bullets burn
In the breast of the tiger, which yet bears him on To his refuge and ruin. One fragment alone, Tis dwindling and sinking, 'tis now almost gone, Of the wreck of the vessel peers out of the sea. With her left hand she grasps it impetuously, With her right she sustains her fair infant.
Death, Fear, Love, Beauty, are mixed in the atmosphere; Which trembles and burns with the fervour of
Around her wild eyes, her bright hand, and her head.
Like a meteor of light o'er the waters 1 her child. Is yet smiling, and playing, and murmuring: so smiled
The false deep ere the storm. Like a sister and brother
The child and the ocean still smile on each other Whilst
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
With a sweet emotion;
All things by a law divine
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
If it disdained its brother;
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
If thou kiss not me?
I Bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
In their noon-day dreams.
The sweet buds every one,
As she dances about the sun.
And whiten the green plains under,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
[ sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast;