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.