Welcome, storm. Your ghastly sight but promises redemption only,
And in your rumble and roar, ’tis freedom’s song saluting me.
And now suddenly a sparkling mist begins to fill my eyes;
I feel how my throbbing temples burn with sudden fire; how rise
From my bosom to my trembling lips fantastic murmurings,
And how my soul soars to future realms on thought’s prophetic wings.
There’s a twinkling, glimmering, dawn, beyond that mass of clouds and spray,
Just as if through them were breaking forth the heavy birth of day.
The angry sea clothes itself in a ruddy, weirdly beauteous glow,
As if in the broad water’s stead blood and only blood did flow.