And the winds mark the charms which I utter.
Now more and more rapid in eddies I whirl,
In my voice while the thunder-clap rumbles:
And now the white mountainous waves, as they curl,
I joy o’er the deck of the vessel to hurl,
And laugh, as she tosses and tumbles.
The crew is alarmed; but the tempest prevails,
No care from my fury delivers!
Ere there’s time for their furling the canvass, the sails
From the top to the bottom I split with my nails,