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.