Yet sometimes comes a ruffing cloud to make
The quiet surface of the ocean shake;
As an awaken’d giant with a frown
Might show his wrath, and then to sleep sink down.
View now the Winter-storm! above, one cloud,
Black and unbroken, all the skies o’ershroud:
Th’ unwieldy porpoise through the day before
Had roll’d in view of boding men on shore;
And sometimes hid and sometimes show’d his form,
Dark as the cloud, and furious as the storm.