I heard the continuous thunder
as it bellow'd after the lightning.
The roar of the gale,
with incessant undertone muttering.
The waves slowly rolling in,
with a hoarse roar
that is music to my ears.
That ceaseless, sulking sea
as if to me
its wrongs in confidence.
The roar of the gale,
with incessant undertone muttering.
The waves slowly rolling in,
with a hoarse roar
that is music to my ears.
