THE STORM. 
 
IN the storm that divides the wild night from the 
passionate kiss of the morning 
Stands there a tower by the sea unshaken by 
wave and by wind, 
Lightning assails, and the sea breaks vain on the 
battlements, scorning 
Even to fling back the foam shattered before 
and behind, 
Save for one window its height rears up unbroken 
and blind. 
Here may a man gaze out to the night by the stars 
of it stricken, 
Out to the blind black air that the lightning 
divides and is dumb ; 
Here, and look back in the tower where pallid 
shades murmur and quicken, 
Low laughs leap in the silence, sink to a sigh ere 
there come, 
 
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