Familiar in its musings. With a voice
Of wrath the loud winds fiercely swell’d; the waves
Mutter’d around; heaven flash’d in lightning forth,
And the pale steersman trembled: I the while
Stood on the tossing and bewilder’d bark,
Retired and shrouded in my mantle’s folds,
With thoughtful eyes cast down, and all absorb’d
In a far deeper storm! Around my heart,
Gathering in secret then, my spirit’s powers
Held council with themselves; and on my thoughts