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Stanzas Composed During a Thunderstorm
- 1Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
- 2Where Pindus' mountains rise,
- 3And angry clouds are pouring fast
- 4The vengeance of the skies.
- 5Our guides are gone, our hope is lost,
- 6And lightnings, as they play,
- 7But show where rocks our path have crost,
- 8Or gild the torrent's spray.
- 9Is yon a cot I saw, though low?
- 10When lightning broke the gloom--
- 11How welcome were its shade!--ah, no!
- 12'Tis but a Turkish tomb.
- 13Through sounds of foaming waterfalls,
- 14I hear a voice exclaim--
- 15My way-worn countryman, who calls
- 16On distant England's name.
- 17A shot is fired--by foe or friend?
- 18Another--'tis to tell
- 19The mountain-peasants to descend,
- 20And lead us where they dwell.
- 21Oh! who in such a night will dare
- 22To tempt the wilderness?
- 23And who 'mid thunder-peals can hear
- 24Our signal of distress?
- 25And who that heard our shouts would rise
- 26To try the dubious road?
- 27Nor rather deem from nightly cries
- 28That outlaws were abroad.
- 29Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour!
- 30More fiercely pours the storm!
- 31Yet here one thought has still the power
- 32To keep my bosom warm.
- 33While wandering through each broken path,
- 34O'er brake and craggy brow;
- 35While elements exhaust their wrath,
- 36Sweet Florence, where art thou?
- 37Not on the sea, not on the sea--
- 38Thy bark hath long been gone:
- 39Oh, may the storm that pours on me,
- 40Bow down my head alone!
- 41Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc,
- 42When last I pressed thy lip;
- 43And long ere now, with foaming shock,
- 44Impelled thy gallant ship.
- 45Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now
- 46Hast trod the shore of Spain;
- 47'Twere hard if aught so fair as thou
- 48Should linger on the main.
- 49And since I now remember thee
- 50In darkness and in dread,
- 51As in those hours of revelry
- 52Which Mirth and Music sped;
- 53Do thou, amid the fair white walls,
- 54If Cadiz yet be free,
- 55At times from out her latticed
halls
- 56Look o'er the dark blue sea;
- 57Then think upon Calypso's isles,
- 58Endeared by days gone by;
- 59To others give a thousand smiles,
- 60To me a single sigh.
- 61And when the admiring circle mark
- 62The paleness of thy face,
- 63A half-formed tear, a transient spark
- 64Of melancholy grace,
- 65Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun
- 66Some coxcomb's raillery;
- 67Nor own for once thou thought'st on one,
- 68Who ever thinks on thee.
- 69Though smile and sigh alike are vain,
- 70When severed hearts repine,
- 71My spirit flies o'er Mount and Main,
- 72And mourns in search of thine.