Winds without, ‘But dear in vain,’ replying,
Gray-lipp’d waves about thee shouted, crying,
‘No! it shall not be!’
“Jamestown, out of thee—
Plymouth, thee—thee, Albany—
Winter cries, ‘Ye freeze; away!’
Fever cries, ‘Ye burn; away!’
Hunger cries, ‘Ye starve; away!’
Vengeance cries, ‘Your graves shall stay!’
“Hark!