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.
