The Complete Poems Of Paul Laurence Dunbar. Paul Laurence Dunbar

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      THE RISING OF THE STORM

      The lake’s dark breast

      Is all unrest,

      It heaves with a sob and a sigh.

      Like a tremulous bird,

      From its slumber stirred,

      The moon is a-tilt in the sky.

      From the silent deep

      The waters sweep,

      But faint on the cold white stones,

      And the wavelets fly

      With a plaintive cry

      O’er the old earth’s bare, bleak bones.

      And the spray upsprings

      On its ghost-white wings,

      And tosses a kiss at the stars;

      While a water-sprite,

      In sea-pearls dight,

      Hums a sea-hymn’s solemn bars.

      Far out in the night,

      On the wavering sight

      I see a dark hull loom;

      And its light on high,

      Like a Cyclops’ eye,

      Shines out through the mist and gloom.

      Now the winds well up

      From the earth’s deep cup,

      And fall on the sea and shore,

      And against the pier

      The waters rear

      And break with a sullen roar.

      Up comes the gale,

      And the mist-wrought veil

      Gives way to the lightning’s glare,

      And the cloud-drifts fall,

      A sombre pall,

      O’er water, earth, and air.

      The storm-king flies,

      His whip he plies,

      And bellows down the wind.

      The lightning rash

      With blinding flash

      Comes pricking on behind.

      Rise, waters, rise,

      And taunt the skies

      With your swift-flitting form.

      Sweep, wild winds, sweep,

      And tear the deep

      To atoms in the storm.

      And the waters leapt,

      And the wild winds swept,

      And blew out the moon in the sky,

      And I laughed with glee,

      It was joy to me

      As the storm went raging by!