Mirth sparkling like a diamond shower
From lips of lifelong sadness,
Clear picturings of majestic thought
Upon a ground of madness;
And over all romance and song
A magic lustre throwing,
And laureled Celie at her side
Her storied pages showing.”
—Varied From Whittier.
How the wind raves, this bitter night, around that bleak, sea-girt, snow-covered island! how the waters roar as they break upon the beach! Not a star is out. Above, black, scudding clouds sail, like ships, across the dark ocean of ether—below, ships fly, like clouds, before the wind, across the troubled waters; thus sky and ocean seem to mingle in the fierce chaos of night and storm.