~bt ~torm .ow tbe :J:Ips.TBa aky ia changed 1--oo euoh a c~ t Oh, rlight,
And atorm, and darkne~ ye ar. woDdroaa' it.roug,
Yet lovely in your strength, asia the ligb\·
Of a dark eye ia woman I Far along,-
From peale to peak, the rattling oraga &mOOg
LeApe the live thunder: Not Crom one lone cloud,
But every mountAin now hath found a tong_ue,
A.nd Jura answers, through her misty ehroudJ
Back to the joyoua Alps, who CAll to her aloud I
And this is in thil night: Moat glorlona nigbt t
Thou wert not sent for alumber I Let me be
A sharer in thy fierce tlDd far d eligbt 1 -
A. portion of the tempest aod of thee I
How the lit lake shinee, a pboepborlc aea 1 ,.
And the big rain oomea danetng to the earth I
A.nd now again 'tie black~-and now, the ~lee
or the loud billa shakes with its mountain-mil"th,
As if they did rejoioe o'er a young earthquake'• birth.
Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, light.ninge t· ye!
With ni~bt, and oloncle, and thunder, a.nd a eoul
To mn.ke theae felt a.nd feeling, well may be
Things that have made me wAtchful ; the far roll
Of your departing voices· is the knoll
Of what in me ia aleeple•,-lr I rest.
But where of. ye, 0 tempests! is the goal'1
Are ye like those within the human breaat 1
Or do ye lind nt hmgth, !.ike eagles, some high neat f~znnmtt ~ottgittgs.As! mr heart ia weal'y waiting,
Waiting for the May-
Waiting for t.be pleasAnt ramblea 1
Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles,
With the woodbine altel'U&tillg,
Scent the dewy way.
A.b I mr heart ia weary waiti&g,
W aitmg for the May.. Bnoll.