And so he slept and woke not till the storm
Was over.
But they came—the wind, and sea,
And rain and thunder, that in giant glee,
Sang o’er the lightnings pale, as to and fro
They writhed, like stricken angels!—white as snow
Roll’d billow after billow, and the tide
Came forward as an army deep and wide,
To charge with all its waters. There was heard
A murmur far and far, of those that stirr’d